Sunday, January 22, 2006

Work, work, work

It's January, the dark days of the year, when old people die and the flu becomes a reality, and there seems to be nothing but work, work, work. It's too long to summer and too many bills and taxes ahead. Want less and you'll spend less and then you get to work less. Makes sense on the paper or screen. But, I am too tired after working all my shifts at my main job in the first three weeks, cooking a gumbo dinner for the book club from scratch (very successful, I might add) then flying out of ATL after finishing a night shift to SD to work a string of twelve-hour nights here.

And the remark about the old dying was personal. A dear friend who persistently denied having cancer made it through the holidays (as I predicted) and died on the 15th, aslo as I predicted. He was a stubborn and adventurous man, learning to hangglide after open-heart surgery at 65 and ski at 72. He was almost 79 when he succumbed. But he fought it until after he had his family safely past the holidays. Bless him. After my neighbor called with the news at 1115 p.m. I turned on the XM radio for the long drive home from work and heard, "Good night, Sweetheart, sleep will ease your sorrow...Goodnight, Sweetheart, good night." Sounded like D was talking to me....

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Springlike and work

It's gorgeous, in the 60's (when it should be 30's F) but I have to go to work in the middle of the day (I have a difficult time transitioning to mid-day shifts. Fine with night, though I am a day person, but there's something so wrong about having to start to work in the middle of a day!) At least with nights I can fool my body by taking a brief nap before I get started. But he and I both awakened about 0930, had a tasty session (which left me feeling warm, fluffy, and DRAINED) then had to regroup for work. Fortunately, the new schedule (for good or ill) only requires us to stay for ten hours. I've never had an eight or ten hour shift in all my career. So used to twelves, don't know what it will feel like, except, I hope, short! Happy New Year, and hope you are accomplishing those things in your life that count -- love, creativity, friendship, and health.