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I'm still feeling cramping pain in my lower abdomen. Now that I know what's going on, it's a little less frightening. I have to go out today, though, and it's raining, so I really, really don't want to deal with it. I just also don't want to miss my appointment.

I need to do laundry today. I also need to rummage in the basement to find the queen sized air mattress. I both need to see if it will hold air and to figure out where to put it so that there's space to move around it.

Scott got Cordelia an iPhone 7 yesterday because her old phone was dying abruptly halfway through her school day even if she minimized use. Her phone was older than the one Scott passed on to me.

Scott also made a brief trip into work because the warehouse guys gave him a heads up about not having some labels that they'll need this morning. They're doing some inventory tagging changes this year due to equipment changes. I don't understand why having new equipment requires renaming things that are being used in the same way now as they were with the old equipment, but they have, and it's creating chaos because people keep using the old numbers and then the warehouse people think that they're asking for something that's gone out of stock due to error on that side of things.

The car insurance is due this month. Scott hasn't worked out how tight that will make our budget, but I'm going to be trying not to spend unnecessary money. That means that, if I'm going to wander around after my appointment, I need to pack food. I had thought to walk beforehand, but it's raining. It might clear up later.

Well, Scott's work is, in fact, blowing up this week as we chug on into cider season. It was very near 9 p.m. when he got home yesterday, so he'd worked more than thirteen hours. He got two phone calls during the next two hours. He got up around 5:30 this morning and got a call less than five minutes later. He got another while he was in the shower. Life360 tells me that he got to work a bit more than half an hour before he'd normally leave.

I need to nap later this morning, if I can. I stayed up after Scott left partly because I thought they might call again and partly because I was hurting enough to make sleep unlikely. Hopefully, some Tylenol will help.

( Talking about pain and medication )

Okay, time to see if I can sleep for a couple of hours...

Cordelia got home about 1 a.m. I think she enjoyed the concert (Imagine Dragons) in spite of several anxiety spikes. It means that she and I each only got about three and a half hours of sleep. I let her go to bed without even brushing her teeth. My impression is that they'd have been back here a good bit earlier, but they got stuck in the parking structure for more than half an hour after the concert.

I went back to bed after Cordelia left for school. I slept another three or four hours (not sure when I actually fell asleep). I still want more sleep, but Cordelia will be home in an hour.

Rumors where Scott works are that there may be an opening for a supervisor on third shift. If there is, he wants to apply and thinks he has a good chance of getting it. Both of us have mixed feelings about it, but getting a supervisory slot on either second or third shift is the only path to advancement from where he is. The times he's applied for jobs off the factory floor, the decision has always come down to him and one other person who has supervisory experience. Even when supervisory experience isn't relevant for the position, it matters. The fact that supervisors make more money matters, too, but they get more mandatory overtime to go with it because there has to be a supervisor there if anybody's working.

It would mean that he and I would never sleep at the same time and that he'd no longer see Cordelia for that little bit of time before school (he never used to when she was getting up for a later start time). Another downside is that he and I wouldn't intersect for meals very often-- I'd eat breakfast before he got home and both lunch and dinner while he was asleep. I'd need to alter my daytime activities a lot so as not to wake him when playing music or watching DVDs. He thinks that I can do more than I did while he was on that shift temporarily, but we'd have to experiment a bit to find the parameters.

He did tend to get more sleep when he was (temporarily) on third shift and so would be more awake/energetic in the evenings, and it meant being able to deal with his medical appointments without taking time off.