Well, THAT was certainly a lost week. I dragged myself into work on Thursday morning to last a whole whopping hour before I called Ernie and whimpered, "please come get me." I stayed home Friday and spent most of Saturday comotose as well. Yesterday evening saw a fire in our fireplace and Ernie playing John Prine and all of a sudden I realized I was feeling human again. I'm bleary this morning but assume there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Band practice for Owen today so the guys have the guitars out.
I'm trying to sort through things and do a bit of a purge.... I seem to be creating more mess instead of getting rid of any. Hmmmm. I can already tell I'm not going to meet all my goals for the day. My main goal is just to try to stay awake until 10 pm so I can watch the new episode of Downton Abbey. Anyone care to bet on it?
No more to say....just wanted to let you know that I'm alive....