Work was how it was to be expected I suppose.  Shawn pretty much kept to herself and away from our department after the boys all left.  I was there solo after Dylan hit the road, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.  Next year it will be worse, but that will be alright because I'll actually know what the fuck I'm doing at this time next year ― so jamming out custom cuts of meat for people and all of that will be no problem.  Hell, maybe I'll even have someone there with me.  I need to start taking NON-SOCIAL-MEDIA videos more. It will be Christmas in fourteen minutes.