No rest for the wicked

Worked a 14 hour shift yesterday.
4 hours of which was overtime.
Busy day, major fire of a junk yard that required a 5 km evacuation due to possible chemical hazards. A single engined Cessa went down in Lake Ontario (all souls on-board saved by my marine unit guys - you guys rock!) A pursuit, an assist PC, plus the ususal gun/knife/blunt weapons calls and assorted drunks, mentally ill persons and such that make up my life.
Got home just after 3am.
Cup of tea, email, wind down, in bed by 4:30am
Up again 2 hours later - whoops - shouldn't have had that cup of tea.
Up again an hour later to toss the cat out of the bedroom and shut the door - firmly.
Finally awake at 11am.
Feeling a tad zombie-ish.
Showered, tea drunk, email checked.
Time to pack a lunch and head back into work.
Hopefully I will be able to form full sentences by the time I get there.
Somewhere in a momentary lapse of judgement I have volunteered to do this all again.

Tonight.
Tomorrow night.
Sunday.
Monday.
Tuesday.
and Wednesday.

If I were you I'd check back here this time next week. I doubt there will be anything of substance or even remotely coherrant in the interim.

Apologies for any typos...but at the moment I really don't care.

Post Script 06/08/31: Phew! OK in the last week I worked an additional 45 hours in overtime on top of my regular shifts. So at time and a half...carry the one... (pulls socks off to count on toes)....(licks end of pencil)....that's another 67.5 hours of pay. Sweet! I have to be honest, I am knackered though. My hat's off to people who work 2 and 3 jobs regularly and have 80 plus hour weeks. I just don't know how you do it. I've got another 2 x 8-hour shifts this weekend, which will bring me to ...(wanders off counting on fingers).