Okay last night was inventory. That means hours of counting, crawling around on your hands and knees, and twisting to get into corners no one wants to be in. You hand count dozens of boxes of candy, cds and dvds by the score, and other things you normally don't care about either. The job figured they would be done with the counts at the latest by 2 am. Of course they didn't figure on the idiots they picked out to work with us. It also didn't help that this old man pulled something in his back.

To say it was a late night would be an understatement. I finally walked into my door at a few minutes to four this morning. By the time I let my body unwind and could even begin to think about sleep it was near five am. I figured I was safe. I didn't have work till 2pm today so I had no plans to be out of bed before noon at the earliest. I forget I don't live alone and that my father takes the schedule that is written as something cast in stone. I should only be so lucky. So anyway, he has hired someone to cut the lawn. I parked my car on the edge of the lawn last night on the street. Guess who he woke up at 9:45 to go move the car. I haven't been able to get back to sleep since but my back sure is letting me know it hurts.

I know last night I blew Weight Watchers for the week. There were bowls of candy everywhere. When the whole group broke for dinner I had brought mine but couldn't get right to the break room where I left my lunch. Not that it mattered right away. They bought food for those of us doing inventory. Four pizzas (gone before I got down there), Four eight foot heroes - 2 American (there were three slices left by the time I got there) and 2 Italian (there were ten slices left when I got there), bags of doritos and potato chips, macaroni salad, cole slaw, and potato salad. I took one slice of the American and one Italian, tossed out the bread and ate the meat. Had a small amount of Doritos and fork full of the cole slaw. Of course having your break an hour into the night made sure everyone was hungry and looking for something by the time 1 am rolled around.

Anyway my back has let me know I am not made to crawl around on my knees or spend so much time twisting to get under things to scan them. The things I did in my twenties and thirties with no problem are beginning to cause me pain in my forties. The joys of aging. Well not going to get any more sleep so going to go work on my story for an hour and see if I can complete another chapter. Here is hoping you all have a good day.