Greetings from...

The dark side, the graveyard shift... from the shrouds of night time... it is me, the erstwhile blogger, much more frequent commenter... I have to work out some kind of deal with whatever/whoever the being that apportions the hours of the day... somethin' just ain't right.

I started working third shift on Easter Sunday, April 4. Two and a half months later, and I have to say that I don't mind it, but I have not instilled the proper discipline of getting the sleep that I need. As I sit here writing this, my bones ache from fatigue... This being marching band season, I am trying to squeeze every last ounce of my free time into helping the band do what it needs to do... Two weeks from yesterday, they will leave for their 12 day trip to Boston, with stops in Ohio, New York state, ending with their normal season ending visit to Traverse City, MI for the National Cherry Festival, where they will march in two parades and perform in a field show. I should be able to catch up with them in TC to end the season with them, but the job thing has wiped out any opportunity for me to do the entire trip...

One of my "to do" lists is 12 items long, and that's just my Thursday list for the band. You don't want to see my yardwork list, and my housework list would be enough to chase anyone into therapy. Right now I am thriving on being busy... but when those coach buses pull out of the parking lot on June 30, and I am not happily ensconced in my front seat behind the driver... well, just be aware that I might be a tad crabby. It will be the first band trip that I will have missed since I started in 2005... Life goes on, but it makes me a tad sad, yanno?

Time to get back to work. I have choked down my second 20 oz diet Pepsi Cola, and so I need to have some resolve for the last two and a half hours of my shift. I am working 12 hours tonight, so the tiredity is bit more profound... this too shall pass... This morning when I crawled in bed, I giggled like I was having a lurid sexual affair, but it was only me, crawling betwixt the sheets, no one else was there. But getting into bed felt that good... I can't wait to do it again in a couple hours.

Just me, reporting that I am alive... Carry on.