The weekend.

Two days off to cram everything in, as much as I can possibly do.

Two days off to see Dominic, clean the house, ride my bikes, go to the grocery, mow the lawn, hang out with my dogs, go to meetings, meet with my sponsor, write inventory, blog, lift weights, steam, swim, get some sun, do the banking, and sleep.

Fuck, back to 40 hours, 5 days a week and man, is it an adjustment.

The 4pm-midnight shift is good and the hours fly by. Then it's 1am and I wanna sleep but I also want to see Dominic.

I sleep, but then morning comes and the dogs want to be fed and walked. At 8am.

I am TIRED as fuck. I don't nap. I drink coffee.

Tonight, I will go to sleep early and hope for 9 hours of rest.

I tell myself, this will pass, my body will adjust and everything will work out in the end, the way it's supposed to.