Getting Back Into the Swing

of the corporate world. Or at least, I think I am. It's been quite a week of culture shock, that's for sure: the folks I work with are really nice people, but I think they're as puzzled by me as I am by them, culturally speaking.

But I'm getting back into the routine, with a few added twists. I get up at 5:30, drink coffe and feed the dogs, then feed and water the chickens, fill the tank in the east paddock (which is not permanently hooked up to a supply in the winter) and then scurry back in to slop down another quick cuppa Joe, and off on the commute by 7:30.

This week I've been trying to leave the office by 5:05, as I have to drive up to Dulls and take care of the critters before I go home. Once I get home, I feed the dogs, then go feed and water the chickens and gather eggs. Let the dogs out to do their business, and then in for dinner. About 7:30. Long days.

But I'll bring the crew home from the tree farm on Monday, so that should cut an hour off my working time, which will be a blessing.

Hel, reading over this I'm not so sure it's been culture shock at all: it could just be exhaustion.

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