Monday Night

It is Monday evening 5:45 pm and I am just getting ready, packing dinner, and procrastinating before heading into work. For the night. Yes this is when my "work week" starts. I will not see the light of day again until 8am tomorrow morning, at which point I will come home, collapse into bed, sleep for 4 hours and then wake up and spend the afternoon doing paperwork for that other job of mine. I will then attempt to sleep tomorrow night for a few hours and spend the next 3 days on the dreaded "day shift". You see I am a night shift person and waking up at 5am to work 14 hours seems unnatural, cruel, unusual and just plan awful to me, but a few days a month I must spend in the sunlight with the rest of the world.
And so you see why I am so cranky so often? It's my darn internal clock thrown into a tizzy.
Just went for a walk around the neighborhood with my 2 year old niece, my cousin and my dog-who was dressed as a zebra. My niece wanted a practice run for trick-or-treating next weekend. The foliage is at it's peak here now and absolutely beautiful. That is all for now, I cannot be late!