  One full week of work. A whole 40 hours. I'm pooped. I'm going to work 4 hours of overtime tomorrow and try to build up my banks again. I'm relief so it will be short and eventful. I haven't quite decided what to do with my weekend. I'll be off tomorrow at the time I would normally go to work so it's not really going to cut into my hours. I should probably go down to coos county and work on finding a place to live, or I could stay here and start the laborous process of sorting and cleaning and packing. The boys both need baths. I probably should have tried to get chuck into the groomer tomorrow. Oh well. I'll see what tomorrow brings. There's a couple of ways this could go. I'm not sure how I feel about either option. 
