my faithful companions

It is far too early of the morning to make contact with the folks I have made myself a family of. I treasure them too dearly to wake them at such an hour with what my wife so lovingly describes as, my nonsense. And so I put it to you, fellow lemmings, to receive this missive.

It's been nearly two hours if the clock is to be trusted, since I last left the warm embrace of a comfortable bed, two dogs, and my aforementioned partner. My heart yearns to be enveloped in those sheets once more. But the modern luxuries we all enjoy come with a price, and that price is paid in time. Times like these, friends, where the gap between me and cold steel is filled with warm coffee, delightful banter, and a hefty pinch of salty attitude.

I write to you at this ungodly for want of something better to do. As my presence at work was requested politely behind the threat of not so polite demands, but in all that commotion they forgot to give us anything to do. And so here we all sit, collecting a wage plus a half, longing for our beds.

Tell the others I miss them, or don't. They'll not care either way, and take care friends. My shift is only just begun.

Signed
Truly
Wogi