We got spits of rain off and on today, but not enough to fret about, unlike SOME people we know. In fact, even if we'd gotten a lot more I'd have felt guilty complaining about it.
Ken's having a rough day. The Percocet are making him pretty sick, so he's decided to stop them altogether. He told me not to bother filling the hydros...he won't take them anyway. But I'm going up to Powell and doing it anyway, on accounta he couldn't stop me if he wanted to!
Tonight he's going to try to sleep after taking a couple of Advil. Yeah, we'll see how that works for him.
I don't know why I'm having such a hard time tonight. It isn't me going through all this, but I feel so totally tired - just bone numbing tired. Of course, I had the girls at 5:30 this morning because the morning cook at the school called in sick at the last minute, but that's nothing new and I was up anyway. Part of it is because we put the head of the bed up for Ken (it's adjustable) and it wasn't high enough for him and too high for me. So tonight I'll camp out in the recliner and see if we can both get some sleep. I'm so afraid I'm going to roll into him during the night that I lay there like a statue, staring at the ceiling and almost hoping I don't fall asleep. I'm one of those move-all-over kinds of sleepers.
Don't pay me any mind....just tired and crabby. Ever have one of those days when you'd like to go to bed to get away from your own self because even you don't like you? Yeah, like that.