This week has been too fast. I feel like I haven't stopped. The only thing keep me sane is my study of Ecclesiastes every morning.
I'm averaging 11 hours of work a week - scattered over four shifts. "This, too, is chasing the wind".
If I could get 8 more hours of work a week - even five more hours - my life would be drastically different.
And on a separate note, heard some of the worst news one could ever hear today: My granddad never had cancer. He was wrongly diagnosed, and it was the chemotherapy that killed him. I have nothing to say.
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