Saturday morning I was up before 6 to help my sister with my dad (remember the broken ankle?). Sunday morning I was up at 5 to get ready to catch my flight back home. This morning I was up before 6 again to take Mr. B to the airport (okay, so he drove himself, but I had to drive the car back home). To some people, this would be a normal schedule. I would not be those people.
I was so tired when I got back this morning (just before 7), that I went back to bed. I heard HS getting ready for work later, and figured I’d better get up since it was probably past 10. Yes, it was. In fact, it was 20 minutes after 11. I’m wondering if I’ve slept that late since my college days.
Tomorrow is Tuesday. Let’s see, I have to be up by….Wednesday. Oh happy day!
