Five hours later.

It would have been too much to ask to not be woken at three am for something that could have waited until the morning, wouldn't it?
Completely devoid of a sense of humour this morning.

Regained now, thankfully.
Amazing what a little caffeine and a bit of a whinge will do.
And, as much as I'm whinging about the unusually busy week on call, it's still nowhere near as bad as night shift.

One more night.
Less than 24 hours until the weekend, beer o'clock and a guaranteed uninterrupted sleep.
Yay.

J is back tonight.
Double yay.