Added later: I was an hour off on his working hours. He'll work 4:30 PM to 3 AM.
Cliff was so happy telling me about his upcoming four-day work-week that I got caught up in his excitement.
Later, after he'd gone to work, reality hit me.
He'll be leaving for work at 4:30 in order to clock in at 5:30 P.M.
He'll be getting off work at 4 A.M., arriving home at 5.
If he goes straight to bed, which is what he's always done on his 3:30 PM to midnight shift, he'll be sleeping until noon or so. He'll be a day sleeper. Sadie mustn't bark. I mustn't drop things in the kitchen.
He'll be going to bed about the time I get up for the day.
In order to make full use of those three-day weekends, Cliff would have to get on a whole different sleep schedule for the duration of the weekend, then switch back for the work week. That isn't an easy thing to do.
Then there's the issue of meals. Breakfast at noon, or before going to bed in the morning? Two meals eaten at work?
I hope this whole thing works out.
I hate change. But of course, in the current job climate, I'm not stupid enough to complain. After all, he does have a job, and it's a good one.