Since I have agreed to do a 4:00 - 8:30 shift next week at a branch library I don't know very well, I decided to drop in for the last hour today to reconnoiter and check on their closing procedures.
I had my little visit, we locked up the library, and I returned to Guelph. All good. I can do this.
However. As I drove back along Highway 24 in the dark at 8:45, I felt no nostalgia for the evening shifts I jettisoned when I retired. I'm so happy I no longer work nights.
But giving a colleague the evening off so she and her family can watch The Christmas Train chug into town? That's a different story.
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