Thank God we made it to Friday. Bly is exhausted, I’m exhausted, this working for a living thing is murder!
In case you’re wondering, she is working from home. Eight hours a day, and they do check that she’s ON her computer and available! Not that they need to, Bly has a work ethic that would put many to shame. (not me, I’m a credit to my species. But some.)
Due to Hope’s middle of the day dentist appt yesterday, as well as the fact that Thomas had forgotten to tell me he wasn’t available to watch her, I didn’t go to work. I don’t think I would have made it through today if I had. This morning I complained that I’m getting all the sleep I usually do, why am I so tired? Bly looked at me and said, and I quote, “Duh.”
Well, yeah. Guess I have been a wee bit more active than usual, what with all the box-carrying, unpacking, sorting, driving, stressing, etc. I guess I should expect to need more sleep. And make plans to get it.
This weekend. If I do anything but sleep, I’ll be astonished. Except–oh wait. I have animals, a kid, a house, and a NEED to write. There goes that idea.
Plan B. Look up the formula for chloroform.