Still Resting

Well, still home, anyway. It seemed the thing to do this morning. And then I went back to sleep and slept for three more hours. Again, I don't feel bad right now, but I wouldn't want to use this head to make any important decisions. (When I said that to R last night on the phone, she said "Oh, about that money I wanted to borrow ..." but she was kidding.)

K has gone to the mall, and when I get myself together, I'd like to go out and get two errands done, one small, one not small. I need to get the girls calendars for Christmas; I get them every year, so that should be a quick Barnes and Noble stop. And then I need to get us a new Christmas tree.

We're downsizing, not a lot, but some. It would be very nice not to have to rearrange the entire living room every Christmas, and I may get a pre-lit, although that's not a big factor. K has reminded me that we have A LOT of ornaments, and I know we do. We'll manage. It's time. And our old tree, which is not that old, will be there when one of the girls needs it, or if they don't, we'll donate it somewhere in a few years.

Now I'm having an eensy weensy hot flash, because I just finished my coffee. And now I can take some excedrin for the headache, and then get dressed and go out. So I can come home and crash again later. All good.



WATCHING WIFESWAP :: ENTRY #1928
READING: The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards