All that stands between me and my weekend is one simple shift. I’m pretty sure that I can survive it. Yesterday wasn’t too bad, Sunday shifts always seem long than they really are. It felt like I was clocking out at 9, when it was only 6.

I pretty much fell asleep pretty quickly last night. I think it was around 5(?) this morning when I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I did what I needed to do, then crawled back into bed. I was a little too warm, and a lot too stuffed up to comfortably sleep. I did fall asleep, but it didn’t feel like it was a restful sleep.

But for right now, I’m just trying to wake up. Chaucer is snuggled up in between us. Pippin is around somewhere, probably getting into trouble. I just had to get up to see what she was doing, and I was right. She was getting into trouble.

Good times.

It’s also supposed to be wicked cold today. I believe the high today is supposed to be 8°. Yep. Ass munchingly cold.

Happy Monday, y’all!