Bewitching Hours
I blamed it on the weather when I found myself too tired to focus mid-afternoon yesterday. The soggy cold front blowing in seemed like a good scapegoat for my urges to go to bed. The obscenely early bed-time had me too rested to stay in bed at 2 a.m. No worries. My luxuriously flexible schedule makes one hour of the day as sensible as another. I have been shifting my sleep schedule quite allot lately. ?Por que no? I have long called myself a 24/7 gal. Don't ask me to pick a preferred and/or maligned hour of the day. I wants 'em all. With the luxury of my flexible schedule, I don't see any good reason that I can't let myself have them all.
Still awaiting the next communique with the contractors lined up to build the lab. Still hate waiting, any hour of the day or night.
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at least you don't have to wait to use the bathroom, that may be the shortest wait I have but can seem to long most the time.
flexible hours is a luxury, glad you have that. I enjoy them when I can.
I had a realization that I have been living alone for a goodly while when I reacted, "Huh? Wait for the bathroom? This ain't no rest stop!"