Last night of work

Tonight is the last night of my rotation, and it's a short night anyway - only four hours.

These next few days would have been a four-day off-shift, but thanks to the Memorial Day holiday, we actually get five days off. At least.

Thing is, at this point almost every minute of those days off is spoken for. Yayyyy.

Here's the incomparable Ella Fitzgerald with a beautiful rendition of one of the most sinister-sounding songs I know:



Your daddy's rich
And your momma's good-lookin',
So hush now, pretty darlin',
Don't you cry...