One more day.
Just one more eight hour shift and I'll be happy. Because then? It's three whole days.
To myself. No work. no deadlines. Nothing.
And let me tell you. After working eight days in a row, I'll savor every minute of those three days. I do have some plane though. Plans that involve my bike, a dragon boat and trip to my parents' house to check in and see how my Dad's doing. Oh and I'll sleep in too.
One more day...