Today's my Hump Day. My schedule was updated, so I now know how I'll be working during the 2nd last week of my fulltime employment. It is not good. Six days in a row. A bit of a frown slipped across my face. I have personal time on the books, so I may have to break up that stretch.
The portable heating pad I bought didn't work as well as I was hoping because it creates this superficial feeling that everything is fine. Bending too quickly will still trigger a spasm, I learned that yesterday reaching down for a faux wood blind. Heat relieves the symptoms, but not the problem. In fact heat does a really good job. I have heating pads upstairs and downstairs. Days off are fine. Work days, however, even with the portable pad, are not, and I'm wondering how much of that might actually be short-timer's attitude. Is the discomfort worse at work because I know in a few weeks I'm only going to be working about 25 hours a week? Honestly, I think about that when there are no customers, writing out different schedules for myself.
We had another thunderstorm last evening. There was still a drizzle this morning when I left the dogs out. This is how we transition into a rain forest. Climate change, you know? I find it rather sad that there is a certain group out there who don't believe our weather patterns are changing. Not surprisingly, these are the same people who think Covid is like the flu, they are the anti-vaxxers, and, as you might expect, the ones who treasure their little red hats, and worship the orange anus. They are the ones, who, on their way to being intubated, will claim they don't have Covid, only bad allergies. Cough. Cough.