So, I'm sitting typing this while I eat my breakfast. For those who don't know, breakfast is almost always the same thing: Oatmeal. Well, not just oatmeal, I mix in dried cherries, almonds, walnuts and honey to make a tasty treat.
This is my Thursday, and I'll be honest, my attitude is beginning to suffer. I will have had one day off in an 11 day stretch. Work. We can't live without it, at least not in the way most of us want. Being comfortable is nice, without having to worry about bills. Being able to purchase things we desire without having to put ourselves in debt for months at a time. We have some seniors working part-time because they want to, the hours at the store get them out of the house. We also have some who work because they need to, mostly to help them pay for their meds. I'm not concerned about being in the latter group. And I've also been thinking about going part - time. Last night, Biggie woke me up a little after 0100 for a potty call, and as I was walking down the stairs to take him out I decided I was going to celebrate my next birthday by going part - time. Then I realized that was 8 months away. Shit.