am I tired.
First week back on midnights. It ain’t easy. Just finishing my week up — it’s 0519hrs and I’m off in 41 minutes. I will go home and nap. I will hope that the house is cool. Yesterday afternoon, when I just couldn’t sleep due to the neighbor’s dog and the other neighbor’s power washing and the other neighbor’s effing smooth jazz, for the love of gawd, I got up and MAN, was I grumpy. It was hot, I was hot, all was hot. Then I dropped an entire cup of hot coffee on the bathroom floor, breaking the cup in the process. I was a mental case.
Then I went to work, and an hour later called Lala and apologized for being a mental case. I said I felt better and I didn’t know why. She asked if I were in air conditioning. I realized that yes, I was, and yes, I was human again.
Fans are good. Air conditioners are better. We may have to get a little one someday, just for our room. Hopefully a REALLY loud one to drown out effing Kenny G. I mean, it’s good it’s not loud rap. But Sade at 150 decibels from TWO HOUSES AWAY coming through the walls and through my earplugs really blows.
But like I said, almost the weekend. The Whoreshoes are playing tonight! I plan on going, and I know there will be knitters there, but please forgive me if I flake at the last minute. Haven’t quite decided yet, but a night in and quiet would be good for me, I think. As would hanging out with my rockstar wife. Decisions….
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