Ugh.

The last few weeks, since Gentleman and Lady have returned from their yearly vacation, I've worked at LEAST 40 hours a week, if not more. Like this week, I'm scheduled to do a 7 on Tuesday, a 7 on Wednesday, a double (11) on Thursday, another double on Friday (11.5), and ANOTHER double on Saturday. (ALSO 11.5)

I love the hours, but my body doesn't. More stories tonight, then perhaps nothing for the next few days while I sleep-eat-work-work-work-eat-sleep-rinse-repeat.