As we wind down our land sojourn and plan for some time on the boat again (January 15 flight is booked!), I’ve been looking back at some past posts, and this one caught my eye. Hope you enjoy a little stroll down memory lane too!
It’s not fair, really.
No laying about in bed of a morning, stretching and dozing and just generally relaxing for me. And late nights out on the town with friends? Hah!
The midnight train leaves the station promptly at 9pm, Bucko, and I’m going to be on it, like it or no.
It wasn’t always this way. There was a time, not so long ago, when I could pretty much set my own hours, but that was when I was sleeping from home. Shoot, I could show up for bed at 2am in my birthday suit, and as long as I put in my 8 hours, it didn’t matter a wit.
No more those carefree days – I work for the (sand)Man now.
In truth, it’s a minor inconvenience, generally. The biggest drawback is that my partner in life is definitively NOT a morning person. When I’m winding down, she’s…
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