I worked a five-hour shift on Sunday. I was scheduled for a five-hour shift on Monday. I took a rest on Tuesday.
I worked two shifts on Wednesday- a four hours, then later in the evening a twelve hour.
After the first morning shift, I came home relaxed, fixed something to eat, but I was still hungry later on.
So, I left home two hours early before my second shift to go eat out at an Italian restaurant. The restaurant that makes an accommodation for the way I want my food prepared.
My order was great too.
I sat outside on the bricks under the trees across the street from a seating area, enjoyed my food, the evening air, the scenery, and my time of peace and grace.
