I woke up with a sore throat from watching rugby in the rain. Can’t talk, can’t chalk…
…luckily our Chicago Hounds came back for the win.
Now that I let the dust settle and look back up at this quote.
The future isn’t the reward, the next minute is the reward. The next hour, the next sunset, the next sunrise.
I don’t know how far into the future you want to go, but for me, the future is now.
I’m good with opening Christmas presents on the day rather than the eve. I’m not waiting until 2030 something or 20fucking40 for a reward.
Seeing my kids growing up is my daily reward. Having a place to go to work, reward. Hearing someone say “I Love YOU!” Reward. Normal bowel movements and morning wood are definitely rewarding.
I’m going to retire for eleven minutes and then I’m going to die. I have no grand illusions of moving somewhere peaceful or finding someone who wears sundresses everyday without any underwear underneath.
I did stupid shit as a kid and learned a valuable lesson. When I walk out that front door in a few minutes, I’m going to find a living opportunity and as Monday progresses, reward baby!
There is today’s quote summarized and packed away in a tidy box.
The name in the grabber section…. He is the guy who spotted the French surrender flag and quickly picked up all the rifles they left on the ground in Puebla. Just think if the French didn’t quit… we wouldn’t have taco Tuesday, we’d have crepe Thursday or ratatouille Monday.
Good job Mexicans!
I gotta finds some throat lozenges and find my rewards for the day.
Get up and have a good week… your reward awaits
