I wish it had been a manic Monday.
I'm not sleeping well, and that stupid motion detector light keeps shining in my bedroom. I think that is less responsible for me waking up and having less of a quality of sleep, because some nights I sleep great. But it's annoying. It's almost annoying enough to go talk to #6, but I don't want him to know it bothers me because he may adjust it to cause even more unpleasantness.
I woke up feeling really exhausted. I reset my alarm, giving myself an hour to get ready. I went back to sleep.
I got up and took my shower, but didn't do my God Time (yet). I ate a protein bar and took my pills, washing it down with my customary bottle of Diet Mountain Dew.
Many years ago, I used to have a Snickers bar and a regular Mountain Dew for breakfast. I'm never hungry in the morning. Before medication, I would just wait until I got hungry and then eat. These days, I have to take my pills with food so I eat on a more regular basis.
We went to work.
Things were really slow. I hardly had to stock snacks at all. I helped Ron with his work, he overdid it lifting a case of water last week and his back is bothering him. I may need to stock the water from now on, the case weighs 44 pounds. Up to this point, Ron has been adamant he can do it.
Clearly, he can't. I'll have to pick my battles on that one.
We got everything stocked and went outside. The driver was kind of odd. He parked in an illogical place and kept telling me Ron couldn't walk because he was in a wheelchair. Then Ron stood up and opened the door to the vehicle.
I don't think, as yet, the driver has encountered a lot of disabled people.
He missed our exit and went past the subdivision, then came back. I don't know why, he had his GPS on and clearly understood the fastest way to get home. I was happy to get out of his vehicle.
I saw construction equipment digging away outside at the corner, where we had the sinkhole. A guy at work told me the sinkhole probably happened from a ruptured or leaking pipe.
I'm just glad it's being dealt with, but I will be afraid to walk on the sidewalk now, knowing what could be underneath my feet! I always assume it's lots of dirt, but apparently not all the time.
Tomorrow I will tell you about one of my stranger childhood phobias.
I'd had a mild headache most of the day, it wasn't quite bad enough to take my aspirin but it was bad enough. When we got home I took some aspirin and laid down.
It didn't get better. I felt like the pain was oozing out of the pores in my forehead.
I got up later and talked to Ron for a little bit (for once he was positive, but he was drinking), and watched a little TV.
I did my God Time (you knew I was getting to that) and got online.
We have tomorrow off, and we can take it. Things were really slow at work.
The cats are good. Biscuit and Baby Girl escaped into the garage when I was getting them more litter. I had a hard time getting them out, but they're inside now.
Ron made a trip for me to go to Walmart tomorrow so I can restock on various things. Good. I need to.