Pretty sure it’s the drugs. It’s like… a tired I can push through, but know I shouldn’t, but do anyway because the weather is too perfect. And now my office is almost useable again. It got a little crazy between being gone for 10 days and having just kind of thrown stuff in it before and after we got back. I can see my desk now. Improvement.
It’s also like a haze. I can seem perfectly normal and interact with people just fine, but I might be elsewhere. I don’t think anyone has noticed yet. Shhhh… don’t tell. Ha, ha.
I still need to wash the dogs today - they’ll love that* - but I imagine I’ll just sit in the shower and do it. Changing elevations too fast makes me dizzy. I learned this while we were working in the garden today. Yep.
I want to write about our fun time in San Diego. But I’m tired. It was our first real vacation in almost two years. A lot of that was due to our old dog Spencer. He hated everyone except us and Edie, so it was hard to leave him with anyone. Plus, he was suffering from dementia at the end of his life. It was horrible.
That time made me tired too. I think 2019 is just going to be a tired year for me maybe?
Anyway, I will write about San Diego and Denver. I sent husband home and I continued to Denver. I’m kind of glad for non-refundable hotel rooms purchased BC. It was a needed respite from this weird world I’m finding myself in now.
I’m tired. That’s all I’m going to write today.
*Sarcasm in use.