I celebrated life in general (and working nights, specifically) this morning by wandering down to the Sainte Mary’s River and the boardwalk with my camera at the very friggin’ crack of dawn.
It seemed like a good way to celebrate, since this is the first Wednesday since mid-April or so that I don’t feel concerned about that extra shift I’m working at the Everything Store.
And y’all know what I think of Wednesdays. Yes, you do.
I don’t know what possessed me to agree to the extra shift on an on-going basis (who am I kidding – I want the money, don’t I?), but I’m not sure I can carry on much longer working six nights a week without killing somebody.
In fact, I nearly killed somebody early this morning… or maybe it was that somebody nearly killed me.