Sick, Tired, Calm

I’m tired. I was dragging around work today like I’d been beaten with a stick. I’m sick, as are Dirty Girl and Noah. We’ve all got this hacking heaving cough. It sucks.

I came home after work to take a nap, and I didn’t realize how big my bed really was until now. I mean, DG was at her house with the kids last night, but I was so tired when I got to bed around 00:30 this morning that I didn’t really have time to notice before I was asleep. I don’t remember falling asleep this afternoon, but I must have, if only for a little while. When I woke up I knew I was alone, and I suddenly realized how big a queen-sized bed really is. It’s a little strange, noticing after all these years. I can’t even begin to imagine how Ember feels: I was alone for a few hours but she’s been alone for eight weeks.

I wasn’t expecting that kind of interaction with the kids so soon, but it went well. Noah climbed up on the couch and watched part of the movie sitting next to me, and I played with Phoebe a bit too. There was a small boo-boo when Phoebe tipped over; it startled her and scared the crap out of me. She was OK though, just startled.

I saw and spoke with AmandaS today. She’s fine now, and the confinement at her parents’ house is driving her batty. She may be moving back over to this side of the mountain, she isn’t sure yet. She and her roommate have to talk that out and see what’s best for two of them.

Ember got her plane ticket to see Sammie graduate from basic training, so she’s happy. It’s a bigger initial cost, but I think she’ll save money in the end. I’d love to go, but I couldn’t get time off from work to do it.

I’m sitting here on the couch, watching Underworld: Evolution. So far it’s ok. I think I’ll turn it off and go back to bed though. I’m really tired.