Magical Thinking

Today is prep day for the final FOUND FLEA of the season which takes place on Sunday. I'm a little short on patience and a lot short on sleep, but I am filled with hope that everything will magically sell, the sun will come out and the temperature will reach 50 degrees.

Cue anxiety dreams!

This morning I dreamed that someone broke into FOUND and instead of stealing stuff, they called me to complain about the stupid alarm beeping.

Yesterday while working in the shop, I had to tell one of the dealer workers at FOUND to stop whistling or I would have to kill him. He looked at me like I'd lost it. I guess I had for a minute there.