First week

It seems so strange to be coming to the end of our first week of work. It seems like we've been here so long already. Done so much already. Especially fo those of us who evacuated to Feliciana. I'm still trying to get a steady routine going. It's weird for me to stay up late , get up late and work late. I'm used to being in bed by 10 or 10:30, out of bed by 5:30, and home by 3:30. Working until five seems to be the hardest part. The afternoon doldrums hit at 2:30 and I still have to work for two-and-half more hours. I miss my 7-3p shift and I miss my friends. "I've never been to heaven/ but I've been to Oklahoma"