"Please do not call me before 4 p.m. unless it's very important." That's what I tell my family and friends. That's what I wrote in the instruction box when I ordered the wallpaper for the front parlor.
See, I work nights and get home about 8 in the morning. Then I go to sleep. For the entire day. Anyone who's worked night shift knows that sleeping in the daytime is not the same at all as sleeping at night. We night shift workers have our own set of sleep-related problems. There's even a medical condition named for us: Shift Work Sleep Disorder. Everyone I know who works night shift has SWSD to some extent, including me.
So a phone call at 11 a.m. had better be pretty darn important. It was. One of the papers I ordered for the front parlor has already been discontinued.
Instead of this:
It'll be separated from this:
The parlor is giving me fits, I tell you. Already.