Day 07 -- 9/15/19

15 September 2019

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.  Yep.  I had to do that.  It is not a morning on Monday without making some sort of joke about another day.  In this case, Sunday happens to be the 7th day that we have been homeless, but it’s weird.  It has been officially a week.  Last Monday didn’t count as the first full day, since it started as we woke up.  Counting the days can really muck you up if you are not completely alert.  Anywho, so it was my long day at work.  I usually work long shifts on Sundays.  It makes up for the week in general, because I usually go in at 1900 hours most of the time.  Long days make me grumpy, usually, because I am already counting down to the end of my shift, and it goes very slowly.  Meh.  But on the plus side, I do get 30 minutes to myself, without having to work or steal time in the bathroom to use it.  Yes, sometimes I need a breather when working, and when it is busy, the bathroom is the only place that I really can.  I am just glad that on this day, I was not washing dishes the whole forkin’ time.  There are just some days that I would prefer not to leave work with wet underwear.  Yuck.