Woe is he.

One day I'll get around to blogging about the Grand Vacation to End All Vacations, I promise. But for now, take a look at this picture:

I insisted on taking a "first day of school" picture.

Memorize this face, because it might be the last time you see it until December.

You see, Jacob started taking classes at a university about 50 minutes from our apartment this week. For the past two glorious weeks, he was working the afternoon shift, from 2-10 pm. Seven days on, three days off, seven days on, four days off.

Maybe not the best shift ever, but at least we were able to see each other in the morning and go to bed at the same time at night. And since he had just finished about eight months of the graveyard shift, it was pretty nice to be on the same sleep schedule.

Now, his classes start at 8:30 in the morning and end at 12:30. With the commute, he left for school at 6:45 am to get good parking, and then from class went straight to work. This makes for a very long day, as he doesn't get home until 10:15 pm on the days he works.

However, it couldn't end there, could it? He emailed me a few hours ago from work, informing me that his work has changed his schedule again, and starting Saturday, he's going back to his old schedule -- 12 hour graveyard shifts, from 6 pm to 6 am. Four days on, four days off.

Now on the days he has class and work, he'll leave for work around 5 pm and get home at -- get this -- around 1:30 pm. This is an even longer day than he has now!

He is going to be exhausted! At least he never has class two days in a row. But the schedule still sounds miserable, and I feel really bad for him.

The man is a rock star. And hopefully the end of the semester comes quickly, for both our sakes.