5
Dec

holy crash, batman

Finally.

The craft fair is over. I went to bed at 7 last night after working 19 hours at  our local craft and festival of trees fund raiser. Friday I worked my usual shift and then starting working for the craft fair from 1 until 10. Saturday we worked from 6 to 6.

E.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d!

I spent $150 so I barely came out even! Not really. I did come out a long way ahead. It’s one of the only times I get time-and-a-half for 20 hours.

My back is burning, my neck throbbing. My feet feel like two [sore] cement blocks and my legs are painfully barely getting me around. I tried to sit down for a few minutes to watch the end of a movie Scott and Andie were watching and I could barely get up and walk to the kitchen.

This old body is telling me something. 60 hours for a 60 year old is too much.