Good morning. I was about half an hour later than usual. I was dreaming about committee meetings. *sigh*
I’m exhausted, and I need to put on my Big Girl Panties and suck it up for the next four days. Unngh. I can see the relapse building from here.
I don’t know why I posted that because I wasn’t done. Not a good sign!
I will start my letter to Charlie today, because I don’t know how I’ll be feeling come Friday, since I have no idea what the plans are. The “celebration” revolves around me, but no one has consulted me in what I want to do. They just went ahead and made plans. I think I mentioned this yesterday. But what I want to know is, can they DO that?? :o|
So. Today, I’ll empty the vacuum cleaner and do the rugs and sweep up the Gonzo feathers. Yesterday, he actually “cheeped” once. I think he’s also off his feed as he doesn’t look as hefty as he was. I hope he doesn’t mourn himself to death.
Given that the 2 holiday weeks I was 2 days at home and 2 days at the hotel, I”ve been trying to learn to sleep again at the hotel. Last night was actually a pretty good night’s sleep for me.
We’ll see if I can hold on to it.
Since you didn’t use the term “night terrors” in your post, I’m hoping that your committee-meeting dream was relatively innocuous.