Am I Still Here?

Oh, look, I am still here. I don't know. The lack of sleep gets to me later in the day. Once again, I saw four on the clock before I fell asleep last night.

It turns out we did not go to the airport to get R. It would have been a half hour to the airport, a half hour to where she lives, and then an hour home, all between two and four in the morning. Not that I wasn't up, but I gave her the choice -- we texted before she boarded the plane in London -- and she felt it made more sense to call the GF's father, who was only too happy to do it. Literally. One of the reasons she had wanted us to come is that he is happy to fulfill their every need (the GF is an only child, and his parents are used to doing things for him), but as she said to me, "What am I, an orphan?" She doesn't want her future in-laws to think of her as all theirs, so to speak; she wants to make it clear that her family/parents are part of the picture, too. For which I am most happy. But the GF's parents live 15-20 minutes from them, and in the same direction from the airport, so I think I can concede airport duties to them for the time being.

However, if I win the lottery, I'm buying them a house near me. I'm just saying.

My biggie for the day was getting my nails done and trying to take only a short nap. If I don't sleep tonight, then no nap tomorrow for me. We'll see how that goes.

I need to get my glasses adjusted tomorrow because they're too tight. How is that they've only become too tight in the last few months? I can only assume that my head has gotten fatter. Is there another explanation?

That's my day. I'll let you know if I'm still here tomorrow. (Or whenever.)



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