Corner of Bourbon & Division

I spent Valentine's Day at work. The Overtime Fairy is a bit of a misnomer, but I miss using that icon. I got my shifts messed with considerably because of the Olympics, so my weekends are basically toast until April, which makes me very, very sad. I have exactly two weekends off until then. Woe!

Ironically, I haven't been watching the Olympics. I think I might still be a bit bitter that they took away my post in Vancouver for the event.

Otherwise, though, life proceeds apace. I'm still puttering along, doing my thing, cuddling the cats, going to work and back, still chronically single, nothing to report, really.

The past couple of new episodes of Supernatural broke me. In a happy squeeing fangirl kind of way. SO freaking painful, but just gorgeous anyway. As a result, I have been humming "Hey Jude" for the past ten days.

I've managed to get some knitting done recently, too. I'm behind on all my baby stuff, but whatever. I figure if I'm at a stage when just the thought of picking up knitting needles fills me with loathing, then I'm doing it for all the wrong reasons. I think that after the next (and last!) baby blanket, I will turn to the knitting of socks, and see if I can get excited about that.

I've been listening to The Doors when I bother to have music on at all. It's been that sort of month.

To quote fearsclave. I'm off by a few minutes, but oh well. :)

Night shift is back, and kicking my behind. I'm not surprised. I'll be back where I need to be in a few days, sleep-wise, so it's not the end of the world. Tonight I have tidying to do, and I have to figure out something for dinner.

Otherwise, things are pretty good.

I have a pile of tomatoes waiting to be canned. I hope they'll hold out until I can get to them.

In other news, the new work schedule is out, unofficially, but I haven't seen much of it. I *do* get an extra day off every six weeks, which is nice. It means every six weeks I essentially get a four-day weekend, which is pretty awesome. Unfortunately, two weekends a month will now be spent at work. I hope they actually post it officially tonight so I can start planning my schedule properly for the next six months or so.

I also wish they'd tell me if I'm going to the Olympics to work or not. If I do, it's possible I'll be there for six weeks running, so I have to know ahead of time so I can figure out what to do with the cats while I'm gone. Six weeks is a long time to ask people to come by and look after them, but it's also really long to board them all to the tune of several hundred dollars a week. Right now I'm thinking of asking someone (not that I know who) to come and housesit while I'm gone.

Of course, the Olympics will also take me away right when I ought to be prepping seeds for the garden, but that's a lesser concern right now.