I call this picture "The Aftermath." Mike worked all day on Sat., his normal day Monday, a double shift (16 hours) on Tuesday, his normal Thursday and then a double shift last night. Now the double shift isn't a normal double shift. After his normal eight hours, he headed downtown to inspect the vendor booths at the Taste of Chicago. So he's out in the heat walking around for eight hours straight and dealing with the mass of humanity that makes its way to the Taste every year. At the end of the night he was so cranky that I immediately bundled him off to bed. (He was getting pissy about two bacos on the counter again.) Eleven hours later, he's still out - although he roused long enough to ask me what time it was and to baby talk one of the cats.
Poor Mike. I have to make him get up pretty soon because we're heading back down to the Taste today for another concert.
Yesterday while Mike worked, my friend Leigh and I headed down for the Black Crowes. Mike was crushed to have been working and not be able to come to the concert with us. He did get to hear some of it from where he was working but it just isn't the same. Well, best to get moving if we're going to get out of here on time.
2 comments:
Looks like Furio is guarding his dad against intruding waker-uppers!
That poor guy! What do they think he is anyway? Man vs. Wild?
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