Greetings and salutations, my friends. Happy Thursday. As expected, yesterday’s shift was incredibly slow. I ended up leaving over an hour early. I’m predicting today will be a little busier. The heat has broken for the day, and while it’s rainy, it’s supposed to be obnoxiously hot Friday through the weekend, and I think more…
By all rights, it should have been a good weekend. We both had July 4th off, and spent the day messing around with various flow toys in the backyard. There were fireworks, and burgers, and sunshine. We had easy shifts on Friday; he worked a half-day on Saturday, and I did a half-day on Sunday.…
Sunday nights are usually the worst for me. I don’t know if it’s the anxious anticipation of starting yet another workweek, or the realization that another weekend is over. Whatever the reason, Sunday nights are terrible. Sometimes, it’s the dreams. There’s always a mixture of fear and anxiety, maybe a dash of grief and sadness…