A Case of the Randoms

 Monday was a long day. It wasn't a bad day. Just a long day. It felt like it lasted eighteen hundred literal hours. I made a comment about that to Ryan shortly before we went to bed and he said he didn't think it was unbearably long. 

But then in the next sentence he said, "You're doing laundry tomorrow, right?" I paused, so he added, "Tomorrow is Thursday, right?"

No. Tomorrow is not Thursday. Tomorrow is Tuesday. It only feels like tomorrow is Thursday because today was eighteen hundred literal hours. ;) He decided maybe it had been a longer day than he realized.

(Keep in mind that the above conversation happened on Monday. If you're reading this in real time, tomorrow is indeed Thursday. Do your house chores as appropriate.)

So that's how our week began. 

Then yesterday morning someone texted our work phone at 6:15 in the morning. That sound always sucks the air from my lungs when it awakens me, because I presume the worst. (We have protected hours in which no one is supposed to call or text unless it's an emergency.) Thankfully this wasn't an emergency, but it jolted me awake so hard that I couldn't go back to sleep forever. When I did go back to sleep, I had the most realistic work dream that was actually kind of terrifying. I sure was glad to wake up and find it had been a dream!

Then we had a community night scheduled for last night...some outdoor fun. And then guess what the forecast showed? 95% chance of thunderstorms! Ryan worked hard to figure out a plan B for us, and I think everyone had a lot of fun, even though it wasn't what we had looked forward to!

By the end of last evening, our brains were fried and our bodies were exhausted. We collapsed on opposite ends of the couch with Phoebe somewhere in the middle, and just stared.

In fairly short order, my staring was directed at lake cottages for sale (because a girl can dream, right?) and I found the most adorable tiny one on a perfectly sized little lake. I wondered if they would take ten dollars for an offer. ;) It was cute enough to send the listing to Ryan. He was kind enough to look at it. He hears a lot about lake cottages, so I always appreciate it when he indulges my window shopping. 

So I'll have to beg your pardon for today. I have nothing of depth to share. Just a mostly pitiful peek into my brain that may not even be all that interesting. 

Here's to a full night of sleep, no six a.m. wake-up texts, a little less rain, and maybe a big pot of chili. I think today might just be the day for it!