Loosely about knitting, cooking, personal thoughts and reminiscences, and other ephemera.
24 straight hours of being responsible for another living being. And if I do manage an hour away, that time is converted to helpless worrying. Come on, you know you wanna do it!
I think the math is not too bad on mine, it's just the starting time that's awful:5am+1hr getting ready, +.5hr drive, + 9hrs (or more work) + .5hr drive = 6 hours of sleep because I should go to bed at 9pm, but really never do until 11pm. Stupid me.
.5 hr of commute + 5 hrs of work + .5 hr of commute = I am very broke.
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