I hate that that's what's in my head as I prepare for another work-week, but there it is. I love my job, I do. But I'll be working long days at PseudoCorp to make up for the missing day (holidays are for the rich), and at least one day at Weekend Warrior Job during the week (I know, the HELL, but I can't afford to turn down work). I'll HOPEfully also have some Fairy Sweatshop Job stuff to do, although I'm not counting on it, and that is my least-taxing job because I can do it while helping people with homework or talking to Hotter, so not really any added strain, I just...well. I wouldn't have it any other way right now but it kind of sucks not having any of your waking hours be your own.
Today was a day of largely playing catch-up at home. Doing work-laundry (I wash my own work-clothes because Hotter can't tell what color things are or read the tiny washing instructions on tags), making dinner to give Hotter a break from cooking, cleaning the rabbit-cages and clipping the rabbits' nails (yeah, you have to do that), giving the dog a bath, feeding the snake. Scrubbing out the tub so I can take a bath, because I stupidly told a friend who also has autoimmune issues on Friday that despite all the stress I wasn't hurting, and apparently the gods of inflammation were listening, and now? Oh boy, NOW I hurt, a lot.
Tomorrow I go in at six, if I can get the snow and ice off the minivan that early (yes, we had snow, oof). And you?