I worked out my study hours for the next module and somehow the plan only works if I never come home tired. Excellent fictional timetable. I keep filling every open evening because I want the degree finished quickly, then one long shift knocks out a whole week of catching up. This time I've left space between the reading and the assignment instead of writing both into the same night. It looks slower on paper, which annoys me, but the old version was fast only on paper too. I need to check the textbook cost before I promise another family expense this month. That sentence is easy enough to write here; saying it on the phone will be the difficult part.

Sunday hair day and my cousin offered to help, which meant I could finally sit without keeping both arms over my head. The warm water on my scalp felt so good I went quiet halfway through a story, then she asked if I'd fallen asleep and I honestly wasn't far off. My neck was tired from leaning back but the rest of me had stopped bracing for the next thing. Afterwards I sat with the towel round my shoulders and my feet tucked under the chair, very comfortable until one foot went numb. Yoh, even resting needs adjustments. We took our time with the rest, no phone balanced on my knee, and I could still feel that clean, light scalp when I went to bed.

One of my agents handled a difficult call today without asking me to take over. She looked across afterwards with this huge relieved smile and I was proud of her, properly proud. Then she said she was ready to apply for a better position and my first feeling was, please don't leave me short. Yoh, not my finest moment. I congratulated her and meant it, but it took a second to catch up with the selfish bit. I've spent months telling her she is capable of more, so she must be allowed to believe me. We talked through the application after lunch. It was nice helping her with something that might actually change her days, even if mine get busier for a while.