We are home again and I came home and fell asleep. For some reason I could not fall asleep last night and was awake until 4:30. I had a lot of anxiety and feelings of total overwhelm. If I had been at home I would have got up and had toast and peanut butter with a glass of milk but instead I just stared at the ceiling. Actually, the hotel had a cool clock that reflected the time onto the ceiling. How cool is that? Or does everyone already know about this? We got up early and went for breakfast and then did some things around town which for me means I went in bookstores.
WTF? My husband just handed me a rabbit’s foot. He bought a classic car yesterday and there was a real rabbits foot attached to the keys. I told his to throw it away because it is fucking gross. I touched it and now I feel like I need to be cleansed. ack Which brings me to another question. (Good husband. He took it outside. You can’t have shit like that in the house.)
judi – You rarely talk about your husband…why is that?
There are a few reasons. The biggest one is my blog is mine, all mine. I also don’t mention my kids very much. I do that for reasons of privacy and also to have a part of me that only belongs to me. When I am at home or work it seems I belong to everyone but myself but blogging is not for anyone but me. Here I am just “Birdie”. At home and at work I am someone else that isn’t always 100% me. Does that make any sense?
Anyway, I was so tired from not sleeping that I barely remember driving home. (I was the passenger.) I came home and emptied our suitcase and checked my e mail and then had a nap. It was so lovely! Now I am sitting here and wondering what to do about dinner but I am so relaxed from my nap that I don’t want to move.
PS – Tomorrow is my birthday and I am going to be 44. I have taken a few days off work, my lieu days for working Christmas, Boxing day, New Year’s and BC Family day. I will sleep in!
Addendum. I am now in bed and Norbert is letting me sleep on the same bed as he is. He says it’s my birthday present. I am not permitted to touch him though or he will run away. I am also not allowed to move in any way because that is forbidden. Ok. Never mind. He just ran away because he doesn’t agree with blogging. He is now in the kitchen eating Fancy Feast.