A Monday for the Dogs (and Cats)

Today was a grind. I awoke briefly at 3 a.m and was up for the next hour and a half. My mind was racing like a rat on a wheel, facing some uncertain cheese.

This naturally carried into my Monday at Pacific Heights. I do all the ordering for the dogs and cats for the hospital out there. I can always hear some of the pooches whining from their individual cages, as I’m walking in: “I know how you feel…but they’ll fix you up in no time.”

This hospital is the 24 hour one. I toyed with the idea of coming right in (when I got up at 3), but when I finally started to doze, that concept won out over any crazy idea of getting my work done earlier.

While I was no doubt happy to get 3 more hours of Zzzz’s it still made the day punchy. The two cups of coffee were of great importance. I stayed wired and focused long enough to get it all in. And what is it about those kind of days that cause other people to stop and ask you all kinds of questions about x and y, when you’re working on z. That said, it still a major life upgrade from working the graveyard shift for the government.

Back at home, I can kick my feet up, pet on my own dog and take it easy. Yay!