It's 1:16 am...

It's 1:16 am...and i am not at work as is typically the bent when i am posting at randomly odd hours of the morning.  And last night certainly wouldn't have allowed a chance to do any sort of posting, never mind eating or sitting or even using the facilities.  I worked probably one of the worst night shifts i've ever worked - started off behind and and overworked and it never ended the whole night.  I was thankful, oh, so thankful for good co-workers who helped me out but it still wasn't enough to get me out of work before 8:45 am... that's not acceptable for a 12 hour shift...but i already ranted and raved about this to several people so i have to stop, get real, get on with life, hakuna matata and so forth and keep going.  I will admit that having to go in to work on Saturday evening is filling me with some dread to be sure!  I just have to keep telling myself that it will be okay, only 12 more hours and then you're free for two and half weeks!  That will be SO nice, not having had a long stretch of vacation at all this year... and i get to spend it with my honey....
Anyhow, the reason why i'm still up, at my kitchen table, feet up, eyes starting to droop and slow in the blinking status (making me think that this whole posting thing might not last too long now... otherwise i'll end up like the other morning when i was desperately trying to send someone an email and i woke up 5 minutes later with my finger firmly on the "a" button and  an email full of "a"s.... kinda funny.  I was just glad i hadn't hit send accidently.... ), is that we just finished moving all of Timothy's stuff here from his apartment in Toronto.  No more living downtown beside the police station, the fire station, a hospital and the coroner's office... the sirens were something else, i tell you! 
We were assisted very ably by Timothy's sister and her husband and by a co-worker of Timothy's, Daniel and his wife Lemon.  Everyone worked very hard and in four and a half hours, we had everything packed up, moved out, in the trailer, driven to Hamilton and unloaded into huge piles in the basement.  We are SO thankful for all the help and we'll even pay for the parking tickets we incurred - silly Toronto parking officers... get a new job and stop picking on us poor working class souls who justs need a place to put our vehicles....Argh... oh well, nothing we can do about it...
Anyhow, these posts are a bit rambly and not too pointed but it's late, and my legs have now joined the protest with my eyelids.  They are restless and demand to go to bed...i swear that sometimes my body has a moral and ethical code all of its own and doesn't adhere to any rules put forth by decent society people.... not good to have legs that take over and tell you what to do! 
Tata for now
8 MORE  SLEEPS but who's counting?????