24 hours later.....

....and i'm back.  we had no phone service.  i've had it with our phone provider.  i actually said to the customer service rep handling the call (that our cell phones didn't drop, have i mentioned, we live on the side of a mountain?)  "you do relize this is the twenty-first century version of, 'the dog ate my homework.'"  imagine, she didn't laugh.  not even a chortle.  someone has NO SENSE OF HUMOR!

so we're changing our provider.  i'm tired of it happening.   it's happened too much, and i don't want to angry (i said that word again) about little things like that.  it ruins my day, REALLY!  so, enough.  but i have to admit, this blog is doing it's thing.  24 hours with no phone service meant 24 hours with NO POLITICAL CALLS!!!  WOO HOO!!!!!!  it was nice and quiet.  blissfully so.

but unfortunately, i didn't get to enjoy it all.  i've been burning the candle at both ends.  and my body has this incredible way of telling me to cool it.   it just shuts down.  all systems stop.   i pass out, my husband has to drag me back to bed, and i have to sleep. and i mean sleep.  and then the nausea starts.  it wasn't pretty.  never ever think that you're going to do your overstressed, under rested self a favor by having falafel for lunch.  it ain't pretty.  so i went to bed early.  and kept getting up because of the nausea.  only one thing will cure that, and it's humiliating.  it's a mcdonald's cheeseburger and fries.  how embarrassing! 

so at 1:00 am, when hubby got home from work, he's trying to feed me a cheeseburger and fries, i manage to eat about 1/3 of it, and i have had enough.  i need sleep.  lots and lots of sleep.  in fact, i'm not getting out of bed today.  we have another busy weekend ahead of us, and i need all the rest i can get.  i have to pack at sometime, but i'm not concerned.  i'll get it done.  i can pack with my eyese closed.  i need the rest.  so, this entry and then sleep.  okay, maybe an episode of burn notice, but i am going to sleep some more.  i have daughter duty coming up at 3:45 when she gets home, so time's a wastin'.  later, gator.