Busy.

I’m just busy. And when I’m not busy, I’m tired.

My Dad turned 69 yesterday! Woo! I called him on Wednesday, thinking it was Thursday, and wished him a happy birthday. He and my Mom laughed at me when they pointed out that date fact. I simply said, “I guess this means that something’s gonna happen and I won’t be able to call tomorrow!” Sure enough, that’s what happened. My day was a blur and ended up late. I worked through lunch and past 6pm twice this week. I don’t think I’ve done that here in YEARS. Can you tell all the holiday season / domestication/ new year end process support preparation work is going on? Oi.

And as for sleep… ye gads I don’t know what’s going on. I have had -on average- about 4 hours of sleep per night this week. PER NIGHT. Take last night for example. I only started getting sleepy at around 11:30pm. Of course, by the time lights out (or eyes shut) came for me, it was close to 1am. At 5:12am BOING! My eyes pop wide open. I toss and turn for another 90 minutes until I figure -screw this- and get up. Bah. Weird thing is I’m fully functional and awake and don’t even fall asleep in the train! Close to an hour and I’m not knocking nails.

I slept more when I was putting back 2 to 3 coffees a day. Now that I have one ever other morning… bah.

I would hazard a guess and state that I have a lot on my mind.