Like clock work, COVID hits home. Yup, me and one other, no one else, not even MR B. I have been cleaning and prepping up, and this. How/ Why? Really? Right before a show? I survived 3 F’n years with nuthn, been boosted, preached, wear masks..ish now.. and this! I cant even blame the Chinese Wombats anymore with all the variants. I will be missing my own reception party at HQ, and not be at the show that will take place partially at HQ. Now and forever known as The Global show, And now, for the first time in Woody Boater history, yes, over 5,929 stories.. I am going to say this.. Ready.. Here it comes. Get your kids out of the room.. You were warned.
There it is. I have been holding back for close to 15 years. I am done. how? I mean, this week? Reception Friday, Show Saturday, a film crew is using HQ for a shoot, STAY TUNED, and then off to LA for a week long shoot for work. DEAD! Just me in my bedroom alone like its 20 outside and WTF! WTH? Wait.. I am going to be alone, and I can go boating… WAIT, no I cant, all the boats are in the SHOW.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
All kidding aside, I am feeling fine now. A couple days of bad sleep, and a sore throat. And zero energy. The zero energy part is the killer for me. It’s like I can only get around 12 hrs of work done now?