Night Shift

Around here each day is divided into two days. Day one starts early in the morning, like, when the school bus comes. At six thirty the kids get ready for school in the semi-darkness and board the bus. The parents (and everyone else who wakes for the beginning of day one) stand around at the Choco-Banana and drink cafe con leche. "Town Counsel," as this morning time is known by the locals, lasts for as long as it takes to absorb the overnight discressions by observing the morning actions. Day one continues. In our house, after coffee and a bit of cleaning or chatting, or food, we mostly go back to sleep. Well, I do, and my friend Flor does. However, for the most part, the boys do not. The reason being that they have not woken up yet.

A gender divide has come to pass in our household. Flor and I tend to be more active in the morning shift. While Gary and Chris seem to have a handle on the night shift. The night shift, also known as Day Two, is alot more managable tempurature wise. It starts after siesta, at about four, and continues for about twelve hours. Tomorrow, at the delight of our male counterparts, I change my work schedule to the night shift. Which, to them, essentially means, that I will become one of them. In Mexico, you can never go home right after work. So hence, if you are working the night shift, you become the property of Day Two.

So if you'd like to visit, come late, stay later. We await your late arrival.