Something bit my shoulder the other day, and I have a red, itchy welt literally the size of a quarter. Right where my bra strap sits.
I'm really struggling today with this whole being awake thing. I don't know if it's the normal post-high stress letdown I usually get--since our busy season is FINALLY over at work--or if it's something medical, like it was earlier this year. But I have more abnormal exhaustion that no amount of caffeine can cure. The week cannot end fast enough. I feel like I'm literally existing from one minute to the next. I have more than half a mind to burn some kind of leave the rest of the week.
DH is leaving for NOLA for the weekend, and it'll be the first time I've been alone for more than a night since we moved in together. I'm mostly excited for the weekend to myself. But... We watched World War Z the other night, and now I'm all but convinced that zombies live in the woods behind our house. And since I also read Bird Box last week, I'm fairly certain that other creepy and dangerous things live in those woods, too.
I'm also insanely jealous that he gets to go to NOLA and I have to stay home with the dogs.
In good news, I FINALLY got my new electric can opener. I have no idea how I existed so long with that rusty hand crank. And we're expecting a sizable tax refund this year, so we're cautiously planning a vacation to maybe Peru this winter... and researching mattresses, which is way more intimidating to me than buying a car.
"And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won’t just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me..."