Monday (and Sunday night) I never actually made it to bed. I got off work Sunday evening at 6-ish, took about a three hour nap before going to a detail from midnight to 6, got home from that and took a 20 minute power nap, then drove to Troop L (Lousiana State POlice) for a drivers license hearing on a DWI I'd done a couple of months ago, then caught another couple of hours sleep before meeting up with Felicia (the other female in the last entry's picture) to take her running... My mother says that my body has become used to getting a "weekly total" of sleep, not necessarily 8 hours of uninterrupted. On the other hand, I occasionally have luxuries like last night where I fell asleep on the couch at about 8pm, woke up at 2am, went to bed and slept until 7:30 am. Yummy!

Well, I've been switched back to my old team. The "problem" deputy finally turned in her resignation, and since my old team is heinously short-handed (they've conscripted the motorcycle cops to work traffic on that team!) as well as being in desperate need of another field training officer, I got swapped back.

It was actually a bit bittersweet. C-Team (my old team) and D-Team (the "temp" team) are like apples and oranges--completely different personalities and ways of working. I would have had no problem being permanently assigned to D-Team, and in fact had been about to request just that (though that was mostly because I was tired of being in limbo and not knowing what my schedule was going to be three weeks from now.)

So, anyway, I'm back on C-Team and I can actually predict my schedule for a while. I have the next two days off, then go back to work Saturday night--at which time I will get a trainee in my car.

It's 8am and I'm listening to the buzz-rumble-crash of trees being felled on the next street over. I live in a semi-rural residential, which ten years ago was very rural and is now rapidly approaching totally developed. There was one long stretch of woods next to my mom's house that has been bought up and is now being cleared. It's strange to drive past it and see dirt where thick woods once stood, and stranger still to stand in my mom's front yard and look to the west and see light instead of Trees. I guess it was inevitable that it would all get developed, but I still wish it could have stayed more rural. It's nice and quiet, with very few problems and lots of space around me. I've never had any desire to live in a subdivision where I'm smack up next to my neighbor and have to remember to keep all the shades drawn if I want privacy. Even when Jay and I bought a house in a subdivision in Mississippi, it was a nicely spread-out subdivision with plenty of yard and plenty of space between houses.

Only good thing about the local development is that it's going to drive my property value way up. (Which has actually already shot up to far more than I paid for it. One of these days I really need to get it appraised to see if I can ditch my PMI. I'm sure I can.)

Today was an unexpected day off due to the schedule change, so I didn't have a whole lot of "chores" planned. I need to get motivated, else I will be Slug-Girl all day.