Change of perspective

[moonshadowmagic]

Real Life has been intruding, as it must. I now have a second job as a Home Helper sort-- not a nurse, but visiting help for shut- ins. I now know how to cook dippy eggs (I'll explain that if I have to!) and I am slowly learning to understand people who can no longer speak plainly. It's an adjustment; the schedule for any such job is spotty, and I might work nine or tn hours stretched over fourteen. Fortunately, they've honored my need for time to go feed the horses. The challenge is... well, due to the 12- hour shifts at the factory, I have four full daylight days every two weeks. Some of the schedulers see the rest of my time, that dominated by my primary full- time- with- benefits factory job, as "days off." (No, I can't work when I've just come off of three twelve- hour nights on my feet. I'm getting old.) Two weeks ago I got scheduled for thirteen and a half hours over a 24- hour period, and went into work still tired the next day. I'd like to limit it to eight- hour days, but they're short- handed.

And just in....

I found out about seven hours ago that my sister ("Starherd") in Colorado Springs has been evacuated. Friends helped her move some of her business stock (mostly fabric, which retains smoke odor) to Pueblo. As for the rest of her possessions... yes, we know it's Just Stuff, and she and my nephew and their cats are safe for the moment. But if the fire reaches her apartment complex, even Just Stuff will be missed and mourned and stressed over. Especially since much of it was business- related. As of three hours ago, the Waldo Canyon fire had reached Woodman Drive, just over the ridge.

Prayers are much appreciated.

And I must sleep.