“However long the night, the dawn will break.”

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day"

Well here it is! The day I dreaded (well the latest one at least - I seem to be regularly dreading something) - I start night shift in about three hours. I cannot adequately express how much I detest it, but it's a requirement (apparently).
It's not the staying up all night I dislike, by the way, I used to do that all the time when I had insomnia. No it's the way it dominates everything - sleep, food, work, sleep and so on, and so on.
I never know how to prepare for it, do I have a late night before and a lie in? or a nap before I go to work? Who knows, and frankly who cares. All I know is that I may as well switch off my conscious mind, and switch it back on next Friday morning. If only I could!

My Daughter rang me after getting back from her London trip last night. She said it was merely "okay" and she's in no hurry to return, much as I said about myself last week. At least she got to go as a child, I suppose, my Parents never went anywhere!

I'm off to shower, iron a uniform, pack a lunch (damn! - I forgot to buy anything) - and mope for an hour or two.

“Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.” - Seneca