Here’s the obligatory “feel sorry for me, I work nights” post. It’s all snowy and blustery outside. I just wish I was at home cuddling with my man, watching Netflix and drinking a nice Zin. Instead I am barely here (at work) trying to catch up on readings and be “on” with the clients, which really is the main aspect of my job. Just think of me a social director for wandering youth and rig pigs. I hope the rest of you are all cuddled up with your preferred people/things/animals/etc!
