The sunlight bores the daylights out of me.

Mick Jagger sang it many, many years ago and in about 3 weeks, it will apply to me. But not in an overstimulated, strung out rock star sort of way.

Unbeknownst and but much to my skin doctor's delight, I will starting night shifts a whole 2 weeks ahead of schedule. The week following Labor Day Weekend, I will be starting my first night job ever. I'm a little worried about this.

As someone who values her sleep and is physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, religiously attached to her sleep- this is going to be a tough one. I'll still be sleeping, but it will be in the middle of the day, in a house that is used to being lit up and active during the day when I'm home. Instead, when I'm home sleeping, this place will have to be stone silent.

This should be interesting. Especially when the Stair Slayer decides I should be paying attention to him when I should be sleeping. I will prevail. It's me vs. dog and I will win.

WIN!!!!!