Whirlwind of Activity

Velma's niece showed up this past Sunday with her husband. Straight away she went to cleaning things out. I don't know if she's taken a breath yet. I still can't believe Velma's gone, though it isn't as surreal as it felt when I stayed over there. I've never gone through someone's entire house before, deciding what stays, what goes, and what meant something. It makes me wonder what would be done with my stuff. Would they regard my favorites the same way, or cast them aside as trash? The whole process has got me thinking and it makes me want to get my things in order. Organize my belongings, get rid of what I don't want, and make sure all important things are in one spot so if I do go, it'll make it easier on the people paying my bills, disabling my accounts, and alerting proper channels.

It was announced last week that shift sign-ups are to start again. I'm so stressed about where I am going to end up. I have this sense of dread I'm going to end up on 1st watch. In that case, at least I already know. I would rather stay on the shift I'm on now, but with comments from some people, that may not be the case. I would prefer 2nd watch. Working normal hours again would be nice, and I'd get to see my family more and not miss out on watching hockey games, going places with my sister, and see most of the daylight hours. Honestly, I'm best put to use sitting at a desk entering warrants, processing/reprocessing, and whatnot instead of answering radios and trying to figure out teletypes. Plus, if I have the urge to walk my dog, I'd like it not to be dark out. And don't even get me started on sleeping arrangements if I have to go to first...

I wish there was some way to convince my parents to let me have the little house, but from past discussions, it's not possible to have it alone.

Okay. I've literally been staring at the screen for five minutes trying to figure out where that thought process was going, but the brakes have slammed to a stop on that one. Or any one. So I'm going to end this here. Watch: when I shut the computer down, I'll remember. Then my brain won't stop...