Done. Aaand ..... Done.

I got a lot done in the last hour for someone who's too exhausted to be upright, let alone standing on a stepladder and putting things away on the top shelf of my closet. But I did all my evening chores: put out clothes for tomorrow, set up the coffee for the morning, made tomorrow's lunch. I made today's lunch today, and I left my apple home, so clearly, the evening before is the way to go.

So once again I had trouble falling asleep, although I slept once I did, no nasty esophogeal illness to deal with. I was totally moving in a fog this morning, though, and most of the day. I believe I did doze off while I was having my nails done. I am developing the family ability to sleep sitting up, which could come in handy, I guess.

Funny, I can't sleep in my own bed at night, but I can now take brief naps sitting up in a chair. My Grandma Ida was The Pro at this; if she felt she needed a ten minute refresher, she would just say "I'm going to sleep for a few minutes" and close her eyes, sitting up, sleep for ten minutes and wake up fresh as a daisy. My Cousin can do this, too, and it's a gift. I, of course, do not wake up refreshed, but I wake up less non-functional than I was, so that's something. Gotta work on it.

According to flightarrivals.com, the Hubs is in Chicago, and will take to the air once more in ... about an hour and 15 minutes. It is weird when he's not here. I mean, duh, but he keeps to himself so much, you'd think it wouldn't make that much difference. I picked up some veggie lo mein before for him to eat when he gets home; I'm always afraid that when he travels, he won't have anything to eat the whole time he's gone (but I suppose you can get lo mein in Chicago, too, although this is what he asked me to pick up for him.) I know that the first night, they were all going to a steak house, so they were probably all pretty uncomfortable when he sat there and didn't eat a thing. People generally are, I've noticed, although I don't care anymore. (Or do I?)

The Powers That Be have decided that my library is a lovely venue for them to have all their Board of Ed. and other various night meetings. While I understand that it's certainly their library, and that this is common practice in many places (and was in my district in the early years), it means that I'm uncomfortable leaving anything personal out on my desk, and I've always had a bounty of things: pictures, quotations, the Thomas Jefferson bobble-head, Jefferson the book-reading gargoyle, and so forth. So it's all put away for tonight, in locked drawers, and I'll start taking things home, I guess. Yet another notch in the belt of the slow decline towards burnout, which unfortunately generally comes way before one can afford to retire. Every day it's something else, and I think you have to numb yourself to it to keep going, which only leaves you numb. It ain't good. There was more shit yesterday, but I don't even want to go into it. The Colleage and I bitched to each other over the phone about it last night. (We really can't talk there at all.) It's sad, really.

Well, everything is done. I'm going to hit the couch now.

watching The Simpsons :: entry #1472