This weekend I got full 10 hours of sleep. I slept in my shirt, pants, socks, with my army jacket as my blanket and 2 t shirts as a pillow, on the floor.
Then we moved five 2.5 ton trucks, two 5 ton trucks, fixed a couple flat tires (these fuckers are huge), straightened out a fence that a motorcyclist broke by flipping over the highway overpass and landing on our barbed wires and walked away from, stenciled a bunch of names on the trucks, checked all the old ass trucks for deficiencies, ran 2 miles, did pushups, situps, cleaned my rifle for next month’s range fire preparation, moved a couple water buffalos, and took the BART back home.
I’m tired.