I can't sleep. Not because I am not tired. I am tired. I just can't get my brain to stop jabbering away. That and I probably went a little on the side of overkill having an additional 3 hours sleep on top of the nine from the night.

Underlying to it all, I guess I am a tad stressed about the concept of this new position in which I am due to start on Monday. It will mean that I will have to grow some intestinal fortitude (phrase of the fortnight) and get my interpersonal skills firing on all cylinders. I'm a little apprehensive that I won't be able to do what needs to be done. I don't exactly want to fail at my first attempt at higher duties. Why do it? Something different, something temporary, more money for the mortgage, no night shift (yay), closer to home, shorter shifts and my best opportunity to establish some kind of normal lifestyle. Plenty of bonuses... just need it all to work out well. I want to be able to do the role and maintain the on road perspective, keeping the peace on all sides. But I suspect a challenge awaits... time to step up to the plate.

I should get some sleep. Early workout tomorrow and then a martial artsy photo shoot after that so need to sorta be fresh. I'm looking forward to it as it will be the first time I'd done anything like that before and I've got a few things that I'd like to try! :-)

Frittata in my stomach...some thoughts on paper...maybe sleep this time?