I think today I was busier than usual. I am beat. My eyes are burning. My feet are wet and cold and I am hungry.
I took Joe to the doctor. Upper Respirator infection. I went to Target, the bank, the post office, City Hall, the appliance store, picked up Derek. Going, going, going.
I think a bath would be great.
So much to do around here and there and I need a nap or a good vacation.
Maybe just a good nights sleep would do the trick.
Why doesn't Dom feel the same way that I do about a new fridge? He thinks a new tv is more important. Bah!