I’ve been working too many third shifts at work. As in once a week, every Saturday night, too many. It was fun for a while, you know, getting paid to hang out by myself playing video games and watching Sportscenter. But the foggy brain on Sunday and Monday is getting old. That sort of slightly headachey, fuzzy-eyed feeling. That said, last night was a nice diversion. Spent a couple hours wrapping presents for the kids at work, decorating the house, and hanging stockings. It was all very festive and I felt a little of that old Christmas Eve buzz like you get when you’re a little kid. Yup, I am junior Santa Claus. Look out Tim Allen.