Yesterday’s work was MUCH better! Even if I was up since 3:30 AM, I had ingested Tylenol before leaving, another dose halfway through the shift, and gratefully finished just a little after the 2:30 PM scheduled. Little Flea was waiting for me with her mummy. She clambered into the car seat with a huge smile but, once again, coughs and congestion. As we drove home I warned her that Mémère wanted no more of her cold germs, so cuddling today was out of the question.
Like that happened! I admit she did do her best, but she had so much to tell me and show me, all of which is impossible to achieve with a distance between us. There was also the dog hugging; she sympathized with their having to stay alone while I was gone. Extra pats were called for. I wasn’t going to wash down each beast, so if the germs were distributed there, we’ll take the consequences.
Daddy arrived earlier than usual. I prepared some steak subs for supper, then off home they went, carrying some take-out for mummy, who would finish work later. Karen and I messaged a bit, but I was into bed early and slept like a log. I’ve been up since 2:30 AM, but I only go in this afternoon after 3:00, so all is good. There is still some dog pooh to pick up outside, but I did most of it on the weekend, whatever wasn’t still frozen into the ice, so it shouldn’t take long, and I’ll have time to visit my bed again before having to dress and go in.
I like the late shifts, mainly because of my irregular snooze habits, but it means I’ll be late for both tonight and Thursday night’s hockey games. Tomorrow I am off – there’s just the squirrel removal dude who should show up ‘between 9:00 and 1:00’ (don’t you just hate when they do that?) – so unless I’m too tired, I’ll be able to catch the game later this evening on Express.
My daughter and her SO had to empty his mother’s condo last night, and it’s the first time they’ve been back since the funeral, so we knew it would be an emotional issue. They didn’t finish too late, but she still begins work at 5 AM, and tells me she has a headache. The poor girl inherited migraines from her dad, so we really hope that isn’t what is happening now. Anyone afflicted with those knows how debilitating they can be.
Dishes were not done after supper; first task on the list this morning. I’ll get to it now, and I haven’t quite completed the plan for the International Company’s registration that I want to get back to them before noon. Wishing you all a good day, and sending out the SMILES, hoping they contribute!
LOVE FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 