This week, I spent Friday night nannying at someone’s house. Because I party hard, ya’ll. I don’t normally nanny anymore, mostly because I work forty hours a week in an office, then get home and work on side hustle/personal career/books until I go to sleep. But this particular job fell into my lap, and I…
Tag: reading books
Finding Normal
My new morning commute is forty-five minutes. One way. Does that sound a little crazy to anyone? That means every week I am driving about 7.5 hours back and forth to work . . . not including the time spent on the road if I happen to need a trip to town on a weekend….
