Yesterday was a very sleep deprived day and today, well, I’m about to go back to bed for a second round of 4 hours. I didn’t have a single entry idea yesterday. I had little bits and pieces of a few:

I honestly think dishwashers can save relationships. Having a machine to take care of the daily dishes in our world has made it so much easier to share out chores and keep down stress levels in the kitchen. I wonder if anyone has studied the social impact of dish washing machines in the home?

I am looking for a cute, black, rain resistant, spring/fall jacket. Something that is fitted, thigh length and of a nice material. You’d think they would be everywhere down here, with the mild weather and all the rain, but I haven’t found one yet.

There seems to be a lot of confusion in women’s fashion right now between what I would consider to be a blazer and an outdoor coat. Those light weight, short, 3-4 button little blazer things are super popular and are being passed off as outer coats. But in my opinion they don’t offer enough coverage, protection and warmth for really being outside. What has happened to the well tailored coat?

I’m going to make every effort to post a more coherent entry tonight. Now to sleep.

My salt side bar links have been updated. Mostly I removed any blogs that haven’t posted in the new year. You have to post to be considered salt on this avocado. Also, I added one new blog, Sturm Hause, which I’ve been reading for sometime, but keeping all to myself. Enjoy!

My current, “standard” weekly work schedule:

• 10am – 6pm
• 3:30pm – 11pm
• 3:30pm – 11pm
• 11pm – 7am
• 11pm – 7am
• Weekend reset

As the week progresses, so does my start time, until I “flip” to overnights. I “flip” back to daylight hours on my weekend. Today is my flip to overnights day. It always feels like a strange, non-day, because the whole objective today is to get as much sleep as I possibly can.

Last night I went to bed at the usual time and got up a little late, around 10am. I had my morning coffee, my breakfast and my lunch. Around 3pm I nap for as long as I can, usually getting up around 7pm. I’m then up for 12 hours including a second lunch before work and dinner around 3am. My next full “night” of sleep starts at 7:30am tomorrow.

Since I have problems falling asleep, I try to structure this 5 hour non-day every week to not contain much stimulation either mental, physical or chemical (food). Usually I do some chores, like today is laundry day, or I read or watch a movie. It doesn’t feel like I’m living during this day, I’m just trying to get through it.

Working overnights has given me a new understanding of the idea of “waiting out your days”. Once I’ve flipped to overnight, my waking, non-work hours are a hazy fog of tiredness, in which I do and think much less.

I admit, there is a certain romantic hardship in the concept of working overnights. Combine that with my feelings of exile. Oh the drama! Oh the agony! Actually, it is like living a strange experiment, one that most white collar workers never get to experience.

I’m busy networking my way to a better job, one that includes benefits, paid vacation and parking spots (I’m still just a temp.). After I land a real job, my next step is to transition to shifts that occur during daylight hours.

I’m off to make the bed (hooray for clean sheets) and crawl into it for a long afternoon nap. This non-day is over.

This morning I didn’t NEED to get up at any particular time. Sure, I have some stuff to do today and yes, I need to be at work by 3:30pm, but really, sleeping in seemed to be a fine idea.

SB had to be at work at the cruel hour of 10am, so I stretched diagonal across the bed as sounds of morning domestics filtered in. I don’t know why I fool myself. This, like every morning I sleep in, is a reason to give me extra special attention.

First Zoe, the cat, comes marching in, throwing open the door, parading across my body, gently licking my wrists and finally, “oops” knocking stuff off my dresser, ignoring my mumbled protests. SB appears, under the guise of removing the cat, he gently nudges me towards morning with promises of fresh coffee.

I roll over, as coffee making commences and Zoe returns for round two. She seems to be telling me that life would be so much more fun out of bed. I’m now awake and grudgingly admit it to myself.

Once I’ve stumbled from the bedroom, bleary eyed and slightly put off by waking, I’m greeted with covert bright eyed smiles from SB and prancing cooing from Zoe. With a fresh cup of coffee in my hands, and the sun streaming across the couch, contentment pushes out the last resentments of morning.