Tired

I'm tired.  I rarely put photos of myself up here, so I thought I'd pick a particularly unattractive day to do so.  This morning it looked like someone had punched me in both eyes.  Nope, just tired.  I'm lucky though, I made it through the first six months of Gretchen without feeling too tired, or too tired for too long.  The past month or so has been a downhill slide to complete exhaustion.  We threw everything off kilter with the move.  What were we thinking?  Oh, right, more space inside and out.  It will be worth it once we're settled in.

Last night I wasn't keeping an eye on the clock and all of a sudden it was 9:00 and Gretchen was still awake.  That didn't work out so well.  She was so tired, but she couldn't fall asleep for a really long time, despite her favorite falling asleep activity of slapping herself on the top of her head.  I think we need to find a new falling asleep activity, but that is beside the point.  I guess we'll have to start working on a more consistent routine.  We're still learning here.

The good news is that we have heat as of this afternoon!  Yay!  Don had to mention the name of our good friend, Andy, who works for the gas company in order to get it finished today, but what's life without a little name dropping?  We'll have to thank Andy for having a good reputation among his co-workers.  Some of you may not need heat any longer, but we're going back and forth between winter and spring around here.

Get your sleep folks.  Sleep a little extra for me.