Back home, I’m struggling to open my eyes at 8:30 AM.
Today, by 8:30 local time (7:30 UK), I was wide awake and itching to go for a run, but for the foot and knee injuries. I’d already finished Twitter, Facebook, Google+, BBC News, GReader, and email.
I have to leave for a vacation in 2 hours, and I haven’t been sadder in months.
I’m not happy about leaving for a long planned, much desired vacation.
The boy is snuggled tight against my chest, deep asleep. Little does the gentle soul know that his MA & Pa are heading off for 8 days without him.
The in laws are here, and he’ll be OK with them, at least after the first 48 hours. Yet, I spent last night waking up to nightmares about stuff happening to him – stuff ranging from probable to nearly impossible in real life.
I should sleep, but I can’t. Don’t want to waste a single minute of his soft, smelly, warm presence while I have it.
A relaxing, 3-day vacation left me so tired that I dropped flat, asleep right after finishing a 500ml Coke Zero bottle to keep me awake.
Hills. Lakes. Hills. Lakes. Hills. Hills. Rain. Wind. Sun. Streams. Hills. Lakes. Rain. Wind. Hills. Hills. Chewie. Partner. Friends. Happy. Me.