so tired
I am totally wiped out. This weekend, and the previous week come to think of it, have been non stop high energy days - running around like crazy, jumping from one thing to the next, driving all over the damn place this weekend - just dropped Kelsey back at college after her spring break (yay, no more having to share cars!), sitting here at 5pm - no wait, it's freaking 6, how is it SIX? I can't keep my eyes open. Spent a lot of time outside this weekend too, cleaning out the garage for a yard sale, raking the lawn, trimming hedges, cutting up tree branches that had fallen in October's storm. Found all sorts of things from the past 10 years or so in boxes I'd stashed in the garage - photos and cards and gifts, pics of the kids I had been looking for, pics of my dad.
Probably accounts for my feeling a bit blue - some things don't help to look at again.
I'm absolutely addicted to the new Stephen King - strangely enough, because of the history in it, my brother read it - so it's awesome to have someone to talk to about it, although he already finished and I'm taking too long I guess. I try to read at least an hour a night, but I usually end up nodding off and not waking up till the book hits the floor.
77 degrees. I just killed a damn mosquito. Is it bedtime yet?
Probably accounts for my feeling a bit blue - some things don't help to look at again.
I'm absolutely addicted to the new Stephen King - strangely enough, because of the history in it, my brother read it - so it's awesome to have someone to talk to about it, although he already finished and I'm taking too long I guess. I try to read at least an hour a night, but I usually end up nodding off and not waking up till the book hits the floor.
77 degrees. I just killed a damn mosquito. Is it bedtime yet?