Thursday, September 17, 2015
Early days at the factory all the time now. My leisurely mornings are gone, and I'm exhausted at night, and this blog is slip-sliding away. There is nothing to be done right now. This schedule will take me through Christmas. I'll be sleeping away the weekends, I think. The early dark is putting me to bed earlier and earlier. It does no good as I wake at three each morning and toss and turn the rest of the night. No pictures. No stories. Just nourishment and bed.
This is not the American Dream, is it? Is this the life to which people aspire?
Perhaps it is. Perhaps I have been too lucky.
Ah, but now it is time to hustle. I'm already late.