The fuckity shitbags are actually working out pretty well for me this week, as their presence dictates that I don't have to be at work until four p.m. Of course I never know what time I get to leave--last week it was as late as 7:30 the following morning--and that can be annoying as hell at best and brutal at worst, but so long as I get off by, say, four a.m., I love the evening shift.
I've been swimming every day before work this week and yesterday even had enough time to ride my bike to the pool. I get there, thrash around in the water for a while, get all good and tired, go home, have coffee, rinse the chlorine out of my hair, put on clean clothes, and go to work feeling relaxed. Smiley, even. Then, after work, I've been going to the housesitting house, petting the cats, drinking a beer in the carport, and sleeping like a baby until noon. That's it. That's been my life for the past three or four days. I'm not getting a lot accomplished, but fuck it. It's summer, and I feel amazingly good.