Well, that was fun.
These days, a normal weekend is a fairly busy time for me: All 40 hours of my caregiver job are squeezed into three 12-hour night shifts and four hours on Monday afternoon.
This week, I was on the go from 7:00AM Friday until 9:00 AM Tuesday, a total of 72 hours.
Ouch.
Oh, well. Even divided between two weeks, it still means a whole bunch of overtime.
And it was all necessary. As I often say, there is a great satisfaction in knowing that you're doing a job that absolutely has to be done.
But I'm glad it's over.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Touch wood."\\
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