I’ve forgotten how much 12 hour shifts suck. 

Not only did I have an 8 hour date this morning (correction, yesterday morning), I also have work at The Rehab Place, and they asked me to come in 4 hours early, thus disallowing me to have any sleep between events. So At the end of my shift, I will have been busy for 20 of the last 24 hours. I’m exhausted already, and we have 3 hours to go. The drive home is going to be a doozy. Like sticking my head out the window into the tundra-ready winds to stay awake. Good god I’m looking forward to my bed. 

But considering this night makes up 1/6 of my paycheck, I guess I shouldn’t complain. I have 4 days off in a row every week, and I usually squander them. But this week I have plans. 

Monday:

1. call dr. W to reschedule or have a phone session considering the meds are solid and I want to keep on them same as usual. 

2. Find a notary public to authenticate my signature on the paperwork to get my marriage certificate (so I can go about changing my name)

3. Take a run. 
Tuesday 

1. Clean the downstairs of the house, including sorting clothes and shoes for donating or throwing away.

2. Date night! 

3. 1000 words in the novel
Wednesday

1. Clean the living room and dining room, including getting rid of boxes that have been there since we moved in. 

2. Take a run.
Thursday

1. Clean the kitchen including taking out the recycling and cleaning out the fridge. 

2. Another date night!

3. 1000 words in the novel. 
Friday

1. Pick up a check that’s coming my way.

2. Laundry including my cute yet worn shoes, and dryer sheets (tis the season.)

3. Clean out my car and have it modestly detailed. 

4. Take a run

5. Work from 11pm-7am
Right now, however, all I care about is how much my back hurts and how far I have to drive home. 
Oh, and I wrote 891 words tonight. Boom!
Keep warm, loyal reader…..