Hours

So tired. Sleepy. The time change comes a week too late, presuming it has to come at all. Which it doesn't. Industries that want a different summer/winter schedule could just do it without making everyone suffer. But no. A hard ten hours Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, with too little food in the house. Dragged myself home Tuesday and napped for an hour, got up to eat eggs, back in bed by 2015 (8:15PM), slept through until the alarm at 0544. Could have slept longer.

What saved me was Vicki calling me to take me up on my offer of dinner, or her offer of dinner, not quite clear on that. Begged to be let off on time last night, thanks to E - successfully. Beat her home by a couple of minutes. ND had stopped by earlier, walked with D to get a few groceries, and toothpaste in a tiny tube for the plane. We all schlepped over to Rio Grande Cafe, where the waitstaff have known ND since he was a boy and his dad worked in the historical society in the same building - an elegant old train station. We talked and laughed and ate the first good meal I've had all week.

Vicki is not like any other friend of mine. But we've served each other well through trauma, wading through blood - she is who I want at my back in trouble. She is bubbly and has horse-sense, tells dirty limericks and lives on a ranch. She is utterly herself at all times. I love her dearly, and miss working with her with all my heart.

I covered from 0700-1130 for another nurse who wanted to hear a concert last night, and not have to be so sleep deprived. And I am off tomorrow morning to take D to the airport to fly to San Diego for the wedding, then get Nurse A out so she can take her kids out for Halloween. This took a bit of wrangling, but will work out for all in the end.

As soon as I take a nap. Or three.