It’s really hard for me to write anything on days that I work my clinical shifts, which are usually Tuesdays. Reason being I wake up at five a.m., leave at 5:45 a.m. (not usually enough time for me to get ready, but I refuse to wake up any earlier), and don’t get home until 8:15 p.m. By that time I am pretty much useless to do anything besides collapse on my bed. But since I did such a bad job of posting last week I am making it a point to write every day, and that means today you get this pointless rambling you are reading now.
I woke up about ten minutes ago, and it was not easy. Cleo had burrowed her way under the covers and was stretched out beside me like a human, and she was not eager to move. I love it when she lies like that, and all I wanted to do was cuddle with her for oh, five more hours? That would have put me at 12 hours of sleep which is about what I need to feel refreshed.
My roommate is using the shower that we share at the moment, and since I already leave myself less than the usual amount of time to get ready on these mornings I should be doing something more productive than this, but it is just so hard to break out of that dang morning routine. It just doesn’t feel right to eat my breakfast before my shower.
Oh, she’s out – gotta go!
Edit: I drove all the way to the medical center (not a simple task as you Houstonians will agree) wasting gas and money for tolls and parking only to find that my preceptor (the nurse that I work with) was called off today. There was nothing to do but go home. So here I am. And I can’t just enjoy a day off, no. I’m going to go to work! But first I WILL treat myself to a short nap.
