I don’t remember ever being this tired in my life. I went to bed at 8:00 pm last night and didn’t move till 10:00am when the phone rang. I never woke up, I never changed position. From what I can tell all I did was sweat. I woke up to wringing wet nightgown, with my hair dripping wet. I slept soundly from what I can tell. No bad dreams to remember. Just exhausted. I’m to tired to even fire up my torch. I wonder how often I can get a B-12 shot?
I’ve been noticing lately how fat the squirrels and the chipmunks are getting. I hope that doesn’t mean we have a storm heading our way. I’m so ready for spring. I can’t wait to unearth the beautiful blue pool that I know is lurking under that ugly black tarp. The only thing it’s good for now is that the water trapped in the top offers a place for birds to bathe on sunny days and for the ducks to land and rest. Which of course means that I have to deal with all the birdie poopie when we take the tarp off. Can’t exactly throw a 20×40′ tarp in the laundry.
I just really want warm weather to get here. I’m so tired of being cold already.
I had once blogged about my photo wall upstairs and how each of the old photo’s held a meaning to me. My next photo is one containing my Grandma, Grandpa, my sister and myself. Sister and me are dressed alike in homemade dresses, hers pink, mine blue. I was three and she was five. Grandpa taught me the hardest lesson I’d ever learned that day. If you want to know, you have to ask.