Whoa, I am exhausted.
Not only because it’s been a busy weekend, but wow–did you see that last post? I impulsively decided to make it a “Reader Appreciation” weekend, and responded to every comment I received. No wonder Pioneer Woman™ and Dooce™ don’t do that–I had 31 comments, and it was all I could do to keep up with them. Think of what it must be like to have 12,000 comments daily! Mind-blowing. [I’d be in hog heaven, yes…but it’s mind-blowing.]
Still, I hope I got the message across–I’ll say it one more time just to be sure: If you’re reading this blog, you’re helping me fulfill my purpose in life. Thanks.
If you commented on that last post, be sure and check back in the comment section to see what I said back to you. It might be the last time I ever do it, so you won’t want to miss it.
Now, enough housekeeping. As I am typing this, it’s 4:06 in the morning. Why am I awake? I have an entire pageful of reasons. I’ll tell you about them later. Like tomorrow. For now, what I am going to do is sleep.
But do not despair–I’ve got my alarm set for 7:45 a.m. When it rings, I will promptly turn it off, sit up in bed, open my laptop, and type–in this post box–the first thing that comes to mind [most likely it will be what I was just dreaming]. It seems like a good way to start off my Monday.
Let’s just hope I wake up witty…
Nephew whimpering in the next room over. Debated whether my sister would rather I pick him up and play with him, or let her get him and try to feed him back to sleep. Pondered the fact that babies often fall asleep while nursing. Thought it would be odd if I ever fell asleep in the middle of the drive through at Taco Bell™. Spent so much time thinking about this that sister got up and fetched the child herself.
We all promptly fell back asleep.
Woke up to the gritty sound of the garbage truck. Felt like I was a kid again, since my hometown has had the same garbage trucks…well…since I was a kid. Heard the garbage truck set off the same car alarm twice. Wondered why that had never happened when I was a kid. Concluded that car alarms never came standard when I was a kid. Life was so simple when I was a kid. Fell asleep.
Hit snooze on my cell phone’s alarm clock.
Received text from Gus, my partner-in-crime in all things regarding this wedding I’m here for, informing me of a last-minute change of plans. Realised she was probably more tired than I, and not making any sense. Called to clarify. Decided I might as well stay up. Peed. Remembered I was supposed to write this post. Couldn’t recall what I’d dreamed about, except that it involved Taco Bell™ and the garbage man. Calculated my total sleep for the evening to be aproximately three hours.
It’s going to be a long day.