Only one lousy day off this week, and I'm bitter. I might be happier about the three day weekend coming up in a couple of weeks when I'm actually enjoying it, but right now I can't think that far ahead. Instead, I want to stay up late and go see Superman at the drive-in, or walk downtown to Have You Seen? to pick up some old black and white movie that I haven't seen in ages.
Nope, it's an early night for me, because I need more than an hour to get ready for work and 6:30 is too damned early. I'm slowly heading towards a week or two of middays, and then back to the both dreaded and heavily anticipated nightshift again. Nights suck because Kole has to sleep overnights away, but I also get to go out for an afterwork pint or two... and the scales teeter wildly.
I've got holidays coming up soon, soon, soon, and it's going to be spent in a provincial parkground where we'll swim and hike and canoe during the days, and eat marshmallows around the campfire at night. 3 or 4 nights of it, and I'll be ready for a day or two at home before heading out to the big city. Kole and I had such a good time in Toronto a month ago, we're planning on doing it again.
I spent the day at the beach, and I feel sandy, still slightly damp, and just lazy/tired. I've gotten darker from the sun and I can feel an extra wrinkle or two earned from the frivolousness of ignoring the UV warnings.
But that's life. And lately, it's not so bad at all.