The weather over the last 24 hours has been truly bizarre. Last night, I was able to sleep with my windows open. Tonight, I’m wondering if I should use my Pac-Man blanket along with my TARDIS blanket. The day was fairly nice when I went to work, but in the middle of my shift it suddenly got very dark (like it does before a thunderstorm) and there was a large amount of snow getting blown around. When my shift ended there was no snow, but the temperature had dropped to near zero. By the end of the week it’s supposed to be back up in the forties.
And, I’ve now achieved the lowest point of blogging. I’ve actually started a post dedicated to the weather. Okay, maybe not the lowest point, but not one of my best. I guess I’m feeling a little frustrated tonight. No guessing about it, I am feeling frustrated.
I love my job, and I would be devastated without it. It’s one of the few jobs I’ve ever had that I’ve actually enjoyed. Physically, it’s not a difficult job. Mentally, though, it’s exhausting. I spend over 8 hours a day doing my best to be 100% accurate. I read and match names and dates and tests and tubes all day long. By the end of my shift my brain is usually working on the same level as those stupid “Doge” memes. (Very tired. Much thirsty. Such driving. If you don’t think that makes sense, you’re right.)
What’s frustrating me is the fact that by the time I hit the weekend, I’ve got about enough energy to sit in a quiet room and make a scarf while watching PBS. I’m young! I’m healthy! I hate that I seem to be turning into the little old spinster lady (complete with cat).
I don’t know that there’s really any point to this meandering post, and I’m not sure how it went from boring to depressing so quickly. I guess I just needed to get it out there in the universe.