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whew... very tired but cannot fall asleep right now. I've been up for 24 hours now. I really wonder how people can live like this - just the agony of trying to get enough rest. It seems to be a full time challenge.
Its snowing here so I have to get someone to shovel the fracking driveway/sidewalk. The roads aren't in the greatest condition so I think I'm going to do my weigh in appointment by phone. I just don't want to drive in that mess and i have to go out tomorrow anyway.
Keith is working the night shift doing whatever he is doing in Cold Lake. He has to come back on Thursday because he's the advisor for some Board of Inquiry that's running in the city. At least I won't have to worry about his long drives. He ran into a coyote on the highway on Sunday night... nobody hurt just a little damage to the car.
Natasha had a four day weekend. She was pretty ill on Thursday and Friday. She reminds me of her dad - the way illness turns her into this whiny person who is about to take her last breath. I kept her home from swim practice on Friday and she did complain a bit but I figured she needed the rest more than she needed another work out. She did seem better on Saturday and she made it through 2 practices. She and Keith had some kind of misunderstanding that sounded like gibberish when they tried to explain it to me. I just rolled my eyes.
Natasha did help me with Christmas shopping today. We just concentrated on getting things for Keith which pushed me to my pain tolerance for walking around pain. There are lots of new stores and ones that have vanished of course. Some stores were full of people and in other stores, the staff were mauling us. For old times sake, Natasha had a cinnamon bun and I had a coffee while we rested up before the big drive home. Natasha has always had a thing for cinnamon buns. When she was little and I had to go into the mall on the way home from work, I would buy her a cinnamon bun and tell her that if she was good - I would give it to her. Poor thing...I could see her struggling against her impulses to hop skip run and whatever little kids want to do when they are tired from a very long day and now they are coming closer to losing it over the drudgery of shopping.
We drove home and I was confused over directions for a short bit of the drive. I don't know why that is happening - an anxiety that I will never be able to find my way home even though I clearly know the way. Yes, its weird but you have to remember that I'm not really sleeping and cut me some slack.
I really hope this post is in English.
Its snowing here so I have to get someone to shovel the fracking driveway/sidewalk. The roads aren't in the greatest condition so I think I'm going to do my weigh in appointment by phone. I just don't want to drive in that mess and i have to go out tomorrow anyway.
Keith is working the night shift doing whatever he is doing in Cold Lake. He has to come back on Thursday because he's the advisor for some Board of Inquiry that's running in the city. At least I won't have to worry about his long drives. He ran into a coyote on the highway on Sunday night... nobody hurt just a little damage to the car.
Natasha had a four day weekend. She was pretty ill on Thursday and Friday. She reminds me of her dad - the way illness turns her into this whiny person who is about to take her last breath. I kept her home from swim practice on Friday and she did complain a bit but I figured she needed the rest more than she needed another work out. She did seem better on Saturday and she made it through 2 practices. She and Keith had some kind of misunderstanding that sounded like gibberish when they tried to explain it to me. I just rolled my eyes.
Natasha did help me with Christmas shopping today. We just concentrated on getting things for Keith which pushed me to my pain tolerance for walking around pain. There are lots of new stores and ones that have vanished of course. Some stores were full of people and in other stores, the staff were mauling us. For old times sake, Natasha had a cinnamon bun and I had a coffee while we rested up before the big drive home. Natasha has always had a thing for cinnamon buns. When she was little and I had to go into the mall on the way home from work, I would buy her a cinnamon bun and tell her that if she was good - I would give it to her. Poor thing...I could see her struggling against her impulses to hop skip run and whatever little kids want to do when they are tired from a very long day and now they are coming closer to losing it over the drudgery of shopping.
We drove home and I was confused over directions for a short bit of the drive. I don't know why that is happening - an anxiety that I will never be able to find my way home even though I clearly know the way. Yes, its weird but you have to remember that I'm not really sleeping and cut me some slack.
I really hope this post is in English.