Last night I was really into hooking and didn’t want to go to bed but I should have cut it off at midnight. Waiting until 1:00 am meant a sleepless night. I’m not sure why, but I can be so tired I’m falling asleep sitting up with the TV on but as soon as I crawl under the covers my brain starts dancing to an upbeat tune and gets pumped into a frenzy by from all the plans and the worry that accompanies it. The weight of the world hangs out on my doorstep, follows me like a black cloud. I fought the assault, tried reciting the alphabet, meditation and breathing, I even envisioned a baskets full of puppies, but none of it worked and the last time I checked the clock it was 5:00 am. I was so frustrated I wanted to smash the darn thing.
I was a mess when the alarm went off this morning and I would have offered up a body part to sleep in, but I had to get up as the errands for today were as long as my arm. Today I had to pick out flooring, find a suitable door, order a washer and dryer set and pick up a few things at various stores. I then have to look at paint samples and make decisions. I interviewed a lovely candidate for the apartment we are trying to rent. She isn’t ready to move until June but I think she’s worth waiting for and it will give me more time to paint and get the work done that needs doing, a bit of the pressure has dissolved. Hubby will be home soon to help as well so that’s at least twenty pounds lifted from the fifty weighing me down.
Crap hold on, I missed my mouth and spilled some coffee on my new keyboard. Luckily it pooled on top of the number pad keys and didn’t seep into the guts to fry it. Coffee is okay, it’s the cream that causes the damage, the sugar in it. That would have added nicely to my already hectic day so things are looking up, maybe my lucky horseshoe kicked in. Anyway, off to Bridgewater. It’s a good day to leave the shop because the rain is hateful and no one is about.