Night Shift

I'm supposed to work one week of night shifts per month. That was part of my job description when I started here. As I age, though - bouncing back from them gets harder and harder. It's not so much that I have a hard time stying awake during the night. Not at all. I can still go all night if / when the moment calls for it. No problem. What gets me is the ride home in the morning, the lack of sleep I wind up with following a few of these shifts and the ever-lengthening time it takes to reset my internal workings.

- sigh -

I can't believe I haven't touched this thing since Jackie's dance. That's crazy. he blog itself seemed like such a good and fun idea when I started it and now, after almost a year ha gone by with a handful of entries to count down my final year before turning 40, I have to say - I pretty much suck at keeping up with a promise I made to myself. And the worst part is - there's a shitload of life stuff going on day after day that would make for a decent memory-type, digital scrapbook. What am I doing?

We found a water leak today. I woke up at one point this afternoon to the sound of something either dripping of falling on the cover of a library book on the floor. Dry, intermittent snapping of something hitting the cellophane cover. I looked up and there it was - 4 beads of water lined up on a crack in the ceiling paint.

Trish and I went into the attic to find the source and we found the water leak. Now, the question really boils down to how serious it is and what we need to do about it. She was able to brace a bowl beneath it to catch the drips, as infrequent as they were, but we're gonna need it looked at.