I have slept all night for 8, consecutive hours for 3 nights in a row. This is a miracle. I don’t remember the last time this happened. I’m a 4-6 hour a night kind of gal. I get 8 hours in one night once or twice a week. Most of the time, I stumble around in a state of exhaustion, going from one job or responsibility to the next, unable to make comprehensible conversation after 3 p.m.
My thoughts keep me awake most nights. Over the weekend, I resolved some of my anxiety on a couple of issues. Also, the possibility of having 3 days to myself next week may have given me some excitement and peace. Now, it may be taken away, but I won’t know until Tuesday.
This past Sunday was my only day off for this week. I found it noteworthy that I spent an entire day lying around doing near nothing. My mouth had swollen in an allergic reaction to a salad I ate for breakfast, and I thought I was coming down with something. I wasn’t. I’m well. My mouth returned to normal by yesterday.
Somehow, I feel anxious now. Or the coffee is having an effect on me today, and I’ve only had 10 of my 20 ounces. I’d better get to work. I picked up an extra shift at the restaurant this week, so I have to finish getting the Ranch ready today for our guests this weekend. Thank goodness that this past weekend we had an awesome group of people. What a simple, happy, green wedding party. Aside from a few dirty towels and imperfect beds, I could hardly tell we had entertained a group of 70. If only all of them were like this, but then I would appreciate conscious guests like them less.
Signing off well-rested and with gratitude,