Working stiff

My triumphant return to work yesterday was exhausting. I’m only working part-time this week in order to gradually work may way up to being a full-time, responsible, adult member of society. However, I learned a really important lesson on the first day back: I should have been slowly working my way up to getting up at 5:30 in the morning. Going from a month of getting up whenever I woke up (loosely translated as nine-thirty-ish), to five in the a.m. – cold turkey – was a real shock.

Now I feel cooked. No worries though… otherwise I’m taking it slow.

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