It's late, early, whatever we call it at this hour. My dog's laying on the couch across from me wondering why we're still awake. Yes, she's on the couch...looking at me and dozing off.
Usually at this hour I watch re-runs of previously aired college football games, but tonight I'm watching DVR'd Tosh.0.
When I'm stressed, I pace a lot. I did a lot of pacing tonight. And laundry. Laundry is good therapy, and so is a hot shower.
I made my first Craigslist purchase Friday and on my way to the house in a shady-ish neighborhood, I started to worry that I wouldn't survive it. I did.
This morning Skye and I enjoyed the river with a tennis ball that sank. She swam in the deep end looking for it until I called her back, worried that she'd tire and drown. I over-dramatize certain situations, but I had flashes of me having to jump in and save her. And then us both drowning.
I'm writing a wellness column once a month for our wellness page. This week was my week and I wrote it about how important sleep is, and how we have a sleep debt that can be repaid over time. I'd post the link to it, but it's not on our website.
Website is a word that I wonder if it's one or two words. I think it's one.
I'm going to try and sleep now.
Good night, world.