Last night I slept a full eight hours. One cannot underestimate the benefits of a full night's sleep. It was my bladder that finally woke me up. A quick trip to the bathroom at quarter to seven and I never looked back. It's not that I feel particularly rested today, because I don't. It's just that I have been waking up at half four or half something once or twice a night since God-know's-when. This goes into my sleep bank and should help me toward this weekend's activities in San Francisco.
Just now I've returned from a walk to the bank - all 1.2 miles in what felt like 97F . A quick check on KCRA.com weather site shows it was actually 87F. It doesn't matter, my dogs are still on fire and my lips parched!
I'm supposed to be doing this 3 mile trek around Land's End in SF. Probably not. And I can't blame DH either. Oh well, it will probably be freezing cold and blustery there anyway.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm actively avoiding the subject of my father's death.
And so it goes...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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