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At 610am, the first of four alarms -- spread across when I am getting up and ready for work -- went off. As soon as I hit it, I realized two things. First, I was still tired, and wanted to go back to bed. The second thing was far more... ahem... alarming: my iPhone updated software overnight and reset, cutting off my sleep cycle alarm. I had no warning that it was due for an upgrade, and had I been relying on that one alone, I might have overslept.
At any rate, I dragged my heels getting ready. I had a reason this time, because I was talking to my friend Chuck (who works third shift) about when we could schedule a get-together (since the last one was over two years ago, and the one before that was probably that long as well, we're slightly overdue for comparing notes and trading musical trivia). However, since I had done that, I felt like I needed to get to work on time, even though I'd be pressed for time. The good news here was twofold: Chuck and I worked out a day to hang out, and I was on time.
The day wasn't too bad, but my voice seemed to be in a constant state of cracking, so I either coughed or croaked, usually both. Though I had a couple of nastygrams about devices that folks felt I should have already had completed (easy for them to forget that we, too, had Christmas and New Year's off), I fell back into the swing of things quite easily, after missing yesterday for some much needed rejuvenative sleep/rest. Before I knew it, it was lunch time. After lunch was pretty much the same, working consistently to get older devices completed, and to start newer ones. It was in the afternoon that I audibly wished that I was allowed to use my phone for music again. I heard that we were allowed to do so again, but I wasn't so sure, and played it safe. I should point blank ask tomorrow.
I came home, and began to really feel grumpy. You see, the meds I took this morning were wearing off and I began coughing. I also knew that I had to take out the trash, empty/load the dishwasher, and do some laundry. Fortunately, I had a short chat with Jimerea about resting and recovering, so I've put all but the trash on hold until tomorrow. I also managed to fix dinner, and have a tentative plan for what I'm preparing for lunch tomorrow.
Now, I'm at my own mercy for what to do until I decide to go to bed. Given how physically and mentally drained I am, I might just read a bit from The Cleric Quintet by R.A. Salvatore or watch a couple of episodes of Cheers on Netflix.
Here's to tomorrow. May I have more to discuss than how my day passed... :)
At any rate, I dragged my heels getting ready. I had a reason this time, because I was talking to my friend Chuck (who works third shift) about when we could schedule a get-together (since the last one was over two years ago, and the one before that was probably that long as well, we're slightly overdue for comparing notes and trading musical trivia). However, since I had done that, I felt like I needed to get to work on time, even though I'd be pressed for time. The good news here was twofold: Chuck and I worked out a day to hang out, and I was on time.
The day wasn't too bad, but my voice seemed to be in a constant state of cracking, so I either coughed or croaked, usually both. Though I had a couple of nastygrams about devices that folks felt I should have already had completed (easy for them to forget that we, too, had Christmas and New Year's off), I fell back into the swing of things quite easily, after missing yesterday for some much needed rejuvenative sleep/rest. Before I knew it, it was lunch time. After lunch was pretty much the same, working consistently to get older devices completed, and to start newer ones. It was in the afternoon that I audibly wished that I was allowed to use my phone for music again. I heard that we were allowed to do so again, but I wasn't so sure, and played it safe. I should point blank ask tomorrow.
I came home, and began to really feel grumpy. You see, the meds I took this morning were wearing off and I began coughing. I also knew that I had to take out the trash, empty/load the dishwasher, and do some laundry. Fortunately, I had a short chat with Jimerea about resting and recovering, so I've put all but the trash on hold until tomorrow. I also managed to fix dinner, and have a tentative plan for what I'm preparing for lunch tomorrow.
Now, I'm at my own mercy for what to do until I decide to go to bed. Given how physically and mentally drained I am, I might just read a bit from The Cleric Quintet by R.A. Salvatore or watch a couple of episodes of Cheers on Netflix.
Here's to tomorrow. May I have more to discuss than how my day passed... :)
