Not the one that makes headline news.
Not looking forward to tomorrow.
Because a coworker needed a day off, I’m covering for him — basically workin’ a double from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m.
If it were all prep cooking, I wouldn’t complain. Because it’s creative, educational and involves use of my brain, I can do it for loooong hours and be energized.
Unfortunately, half of tomorrow’s 14-hour day is dishwashing, my maker of misery. I’m certain to end the day uber-crabby, if not from dishwashing fatigue then hating it so.
What a waste of a good brain.
Grateful to be employed yet missing purposeful work immensely.
That’s all as I try to kid myself into sleepiness by 10 a.m. For the morrow’s predawn rise and shift. Minus the ‘f.’ 🙂