Would it be a Well That Was Easy month if there was not a baker’s day off?
This day was even easier than last week when I bought cookies. Today I didn’t bake/buy/go to the hospital at all.
Why?
Because I worked last night from 2100-0100. Well, Kate, you say, that doesn’t sound too bad.
Yeah.
Because it gets worse.
Immediately upon returning home I greeted my husband, who had returned from work, sat down at the desk to continue reading for Friday when a surgeon called me directly. There was a patient in the ER that needed surgery urgently.
Okay, that’s what we do.
I didn’t get home until 0430. I fed the cats half of their morning portion, in the vain hope that they would leave me alone at 0800. I made sure that both of them saw me put food in the bowl. No dice.
Dot woke me up at 0830. I staggered downstairs with my eyes half shut and put the rest of the portion in the bowl and returned to bed.
Dot did not like that.
She proceeded to paw at me until I just gave it up and got up at 1100.
Brat!
Even as I write this she is hovering over my hands on the keyboard.
I decided I was too tired to do the Cookie Thursday is a Thing bake today.
I had a brief moment where I was going to make chocolate chip cookies. But no.
I am going to post this, finish up with my writing group at 1445 and take a nap!
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 