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 we’ve downloaded. “Discovering <famous actor>†this time.)
About 0600 I really started feeling bad. Spent the next 12 hours “sleeping†next to the toilet cause I didn’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. Can’t give you a blow-by-blow cause it’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 summer’s faded out and all the days are cold and we’re starting our move into wet weather. I hate Western WaRshington. I’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 I’m just not feeling “normal†I’ve taken it kinda easy. Flying from Portland to SLC in the 787 and watching my FA-18 “Friend†shoot down other planes.
And even though it’s ONLY 1730, and DARK outside, I’m ready to lay down and read. Sounds good!