Or started the week with it; depending on how you look at it.
Switching to daylight savings kind of threw me off and I had a hard time sleeping Saturday night into Sunday. So I got up at 0400 (new time) and watched some TV. (Watching TV for us is starting something weâ€™ve downloaded. â€œDiscovering <famous actor>â€ this time.)
About 0600 I really started feeling bad. Spent the next 12 hours â€œsleepingâ€ next to the toilet cause I didnâ€™t dare (DARE!) get more than 4 feet away. Yes, had all the food poisoning symptoms and episodes. Repeadily.
Feeling WAY better today. Even got a fairly good night sleep. Should have because of how exhausted I was from my day.
Last week went pretty much normally. Canâ€™t give you a blow-by-blow cause itâ€™s all so mundane. I got up. I did shit. I tried to get to sleep. Repeat.
I am way past ready to move down south. Southern Utah/Northern Arizona or Yuma even. I get this way when summerâ€™s faded out and all the days are cold and weâ€™re starting our move into wet weather. I hate Western WaRshington. Iâ€™m only here for SWMBO.
Phew. Not feeling completely up to par. Yet. Just puttering around in the basement tired me out. Took the Dog for a tour of the back 40 and wanted to call a taxi about half way through it. Phew.
Anywho, since Iâ€™m just not feeling â€œnormalâ€ Iâ€™ve taken it kinda easy. Flying from Portland to SLC in the 787 and watching my FA-18 â€œFriendâ€ shoot down other planes.
And even though itâ€™s ONLY 1730, and DARK outside, Iâ€™m ready to lay down and read. Sounds good!