I did it. I survived, but barely. Working four 10-hour days is definitely not my
bottle of beer. cup of tea. I couldn’t get to sleep at night and couldn’t wake up in the morning. Driving to work in the dark with pea-soup fog is for the birds. My body hurts. And I now have a nasty chest cold. But (and I say this with all the oomph this poor body can muster) I now have four, glorious free days off work to enjoy. Whooppeeee.
Please forgive my less-than-infectious enthusiasm. I guess I’m looking at the next few days as recuperation time more than anything. Not how I wanted to spend the last holiday of the summer. Yeah, I’m cranky. You should be used to it by now.
Sister Hazel has posted about the tent prank at the family reunion. They put the little wee tent in the bigger tent and … well, you can go there and see for yourself. 😀 There’s a lot going on over there. She’s got some awesome pictures from her trip to Vegas and is pimping votes for her position on the writing staff of The Peevery. She gets my vote, family ties or not. She’s cute, smart and wickedly funny.
I don’t have a lot planned for the weekend, as I said. However PD and I will be making our annual pilgrimage to the Labor Day Celebration at a great park near our home which features an awesome flea market. We both love looking at lots of useless junk which we do not need and cannot fit into our home. Fear not, we’ll no doubt bring as much home as we can afford and fit into my car… all the while, the phrase “We really don’t need this ___(fill in the blank)____” echoing over and over in each of our heads. Mine more so than his.
As yet I haven’t had to face any further anxiety, but I’ve also not been in an unfamiliar situation since the “thing” happened. I’m praying The Prayer, counting my blessings, missing the kids (oops, did I write that???) and trying to get more sleep.
In case I don’t get back here, I wish you all a safe and happy holiday weekend.