The days are blurring together. I find most of my nights booked with something or another commanding my attention. And work is pure grind. Same thing, every day, I could do it in my sleep. And truth be told, I’d do it for years upon years. A small price to pay for freedom. Sadly, my Census stint will soon be up, and I’ll have to go back to crappy hours and crappy pay. Hopefully, a change of scenery will balance that out.