Tomorrow, I have Saturday duty, which is just to come in for a few hours, check with the police and sheriff to see if anything bad happened overnight. Tomorrow morning, I will have to go to Sturgis, home of the Little Sturgis Motorcycle and Bike Rally, and where my 99-year-old grandmother lives, to cover a story about an Americorps group and their work.
In that light, on the Saturdays I have Saturday duty, I take Fridays off to compensate.
On this particular Friday I had off, I slept late because I hung out at Huddle House until 2 a.m. late Thursday night, early Friday morning drinking coffee, working on a short story and observing the clientele around and about me.
There was one in particular who caught my ears, not necessarily my eyes. She was rather loud and obnoxious. I was two booths away, but I could've been in Aliceville and could've still heard her, especially when the guy sitting next to her called her a skank. For a moment, I thought she was about to come unglued. She also bragged about some work she had done recently to her enhance her upper chest area. I could use a stronger term, but this is a nice site.
"Oh yeah, let me call Shepard Smith--a fellow Ole Miss alum--and let him know of your recent work," I thought to myself in bemused contemplation, and trying not to laugh.
Indeed, some interesting things and folk are sure to be seen during late night hours.
Other than sleeping late, I went to see my friend Melanie, whose family owns Waverley Plantation, a grand antebellum home outside of Columbus. I have known her for many years, having written about Waverley in my hometown paper many,many years ago.
After the pleasant two-plus hour visit, I went to Books-A-Million at Leigh Mall where I worked on a short story, had a cup of coffee, and made a purchase or two.
The weather here was plenty dreary, what with the cold rain constantly falling.
It is going to be cold again this weekend, perhaps not as bad as it was recently.
A day off is nice, but it would've been nicer if it had been warmer and drier.