I don't think I'm okay with the fact that I've sneaked (yes, it is sneaked, not snuck) out of bed at 4:30 in the morning ravenous for some fruit loops. This has happened before, and I almost never remember the experience in the morning. Usually Scott finds me on the couch and retrieves me, carrying me back up to bed. But I'm going to head back up right now all by myself. And when he tries to remind me that I did this in the morning, I won't remember. But then I'll look at the blog, and I'll see the proof.
Today was a tiring but rewarding day. And we are truly living for the weekend this week. Maybe that's why I can't sleep on a Thursday night... because the prospect of Friday is literally my horizon.
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