Ugh.
I hate late nights followed by what seems like an early morning.
So, I got home around 1:45 this morning. I tried rolling over and going to sleep at that point, but sleep didn't come in a timely fashion...Patches could smell another cat on me, and insisted on being petted until I again smelled like only her. I finally fell asleep at some point around 3. I remember seeing 2:52 on the clock.
At about 9:45 this morning, my cell phone rings. This is unusual. My friends know better than to wake me on weekend mornings...My parents would be just getting up and getting ready for church...My little brother is on a mission trip...My brother would be just getting to bed after a long overnight shift...It's the default ringtone, so it's not B or Investigator K...
I roll over to look at the caller id (May the inventor of caller id be blessed!) and recognize the office phone number of an ADA in the Richmond County DA's office. I put in about 20-30 minutes of work this morning, even connecting to the office network before I got my morning caffeine. Apparently a case I rushed some exams on last week is going to trial next week, and he wanted to discuss. He said he'd call on Monday (ack, tomorrow!) to give me more particulars on what the schedule is looking like...
In the meantime, I haven't had a drink since last Saturday...but I feel like crap today. My head hurts and my body aches. My neighbor apparently wants to borrow my pressure washer, but only wants it if it is pristine (which it isn't...the cord is a little frayed and is a low priority to get fixed) and he hasn't come to even look at it. I'm going to take advantage of the relative quiet (aside from Brian cutting the grass next door) and go put away the towels that are still in the dryer, take the delicates out of the washer, and then maybe curl up with a book and/or nap a little bit.
Currently debating on calling J, but I think not calling is going to win out. I think he needs to call me. I feel the need for a calming beach trip to think some things through. There's something about watching the waves come crashing in that does wonders for resetting me. It must be the Piscean traits in me.
So, I got home around 1:45 this morning. I tried rolling over and going to sleep at that point, but sleep didn't come in a timely fashion...Patches could smell another cat on me, and insisted on being petted until I again smelled like only her. I finally fell asleep at some point around 3. I remember seeing 2:52 on the clock.
At about 9:45 this morning, my cell phone rings. This is unusual. My friends know better than to wake me on weekend mornings...My parents would be just getting up and getting ready for church...My little brother is on a mission trip...My brother would be just getting to bed after a long overnight shift...It's the default ringtone, so it's not B or Investigator K...
I roll over to look at the caller id (May the inventor of caller id be blessed!) and recognize the office phone number of an ADA in the Richmond County DA's office. I put in about 20-30 minutes of work this morning, even connecting to the office network before I got my morning caffeine. Apparently a case I rushed some exams on last week is going to trial next week, and he wanted to discuss. He said he'd call on Monday (ack, tomorrow!) to give me more particulars on what the schedule is looking like...
In the meantime, I haven't had a drink since last Saturday...but I feel like crap today. My head hurts and my body aches. My neighbor apparently wants to borrow my pressure washer, but only wants it if it is pristine (which it isn't...the cord is a little frayed and is a low priority to get fixed) and he hasn't come to even look at it. I'm going to take advantage of the relative quiet (aside from Brian cutting the grass next door) and go put away the towels that are still in the dryer, take the delicates out of the washer, and then maybe curl up with a book and/or nap a little bit.
Currently debating on calling J, but I think not calling is going to win out. I think he needs to call me. I feel the need for a calming beach trip to think some things through. There's something about watching the waves come crashing in that does wonders for resetting me. It must be the Piscean traits in me.