Hump Day


It’s  halfway thru a week of long days for me.


A split or spreadover shift. 8 thru 8. I get almost a three hour break in the middle though, and right now I’m taking advantage of this break time and sitting in Starbucks writing this.


A lot of my colleagues don’t like these shifts,  because it’s a long day,  but it’s almost eleven hours pay a day,  I don’t have to get up at stupid o’clock,  and I have the weekend off.

If I wish I can get things done around town,  or just relax with a coffee,  go shopping,  or catch up on some Web work or social media,  or read one of the many books in my ever-growing list!

I get to eat around 8.30pm, which is a little late,  but at least not right before bedtime.  When my wife is working,  we both get up around the same time.

I’m not complaining!



Home is where the heart is.

That’s all there is to say really.

They say the grass is always greener on the other side. Well, I’ve been the other side, and it’s not so much greener,  but that I just feel at home there. Oh, and I miss all my friends. You know who you are. Period.

Ramblings and thoughts from a 50-something currently lurking in London