My feet finally stopped hurting enough to where I felt like doing anything other than resting on the bed. No, I’m not sick or hurt. Just tired feet from being on them all day at work.
I’ve been racking up some overtime over the past three weekends up at the prison. I figure that if they’re paying it, I might as well work it. The paychecks should be nice.
I have the house to myself this evening, so I think I’ll work on some models, write some of my stories, read a little and otherwise be creative.