Thanks to everyone who linked to and/or read Raising Hell yesterday. We had a stellar debut. It is already number one on Google for raising hell - after one day in existence. Now you're all going to check it daily for updates, right? RIGHT? Good.
So last night I dreamed about earthquakes and fire. I was in an enormous building and I had to find the kids and then help them down this steep embankment made out of stone so we could get away from the building before it exploded. When we finally made it to safety, a man in a hideous mask came to me and said "You really need to sleep better. We're tired of putting on these hellish dreams for you. Take something, ok?"
You ever have one of those days where you wake up and your first thought is how many hours it is until you can go back to bed? I am utterly completely and thoroughly exhausted. Mentally, physically, every which way. It's not a bad kind of exhausted where I want to go hide under the bed, away from the world. Life is just busy. I am not sleeping well. My dreams are back full force, I am waking up tired all the time and when I do sleep, it's in fits and starts and I toss and turn. All I can think about right now is getting back into bed and sleeping for two weeks straight. But, duty calls. Work, baseball practice, etc. I'm not complaining, mind you. My life is busy because I like it that way.
If I slept better, it wouldn't be so bad. If I slept better, I wouldn't wake at 4:30 in the morning and roll out of bed because I know there's no use in trying to get back to sleep. And if I didn't get up at 4:30 in the morning, I wouldn't be so exhausted by 9pm that I could fall asleep doing laundry. It's a vicious cycle.
So anyhow, this was all about saying that I don't have the mind power to write anything in this space today, at least not right now. It just took me three paragraphs to do it.
Is it bedtime yet?