Tonight finds me tired. I did not want to get off the bed this morning. It snowed like crazy last night on my way home from work, so I forced myself up early to shovel snow. I got up, looked out the window and saw that Billy had shoveled before he went to work. I promptly crawled back into bed for another hour. Even Bosco didn't want to get up and out of the covers this morning. This evening, I spent the last fifteen minutes of my dinner break cat napping. I can't wait to get home and crawl back into bed.
Well, my new assignment restarts on Thursday, so for the next five weeks at least, I will be working the early hours- 6:00 a.m. to 2:30 p.m., which will be quite an adjustment for me. At least I will be doing something that is interesting and a decent change of pace. I will still have to have somewhat of a hand in what happens with my department at night, and that will be the tough part. Also, one of my bosses gave me some new temporary responsibilities without giving me the resources needed to handle them. I'm not sure how I'm going to manage that yet.
I know it's only Tuesday, but I'm already thinking of the weekend. I don't have any plans yet other than a poetry group meeting on Sunday night, but I am still anxiously waiting for it to arrive. I wish we would get another warmish spell so that I could do some early fishing without freezing my tail off. I believe they call it cabin fever, and I'm getting it.
Happy Hump Day tomorrow, everyone.