Forcing myself to sit here and try to come up with something to write... just write - or, maybe, more like type... because really, I've got nothing. Seems life's at some sort of standstill... or maybe more like lull. There's stuff on the horizon to deal with, but day-to-day, not so much.
So what's been up since Not Fabulous February panic-attack-appalooza ended? Well, let's see. You know we finally took care of pressing torture that came with un-filed income taxes from when the hubs worked out of the country (and we weren't sure what the hell to do). Four years... done! Thanks H & R Block. I slept for 14 hours straight the next night after signing tax forms. Was never so happy to sign my name.
So naturally, what I did after my collapse into March 11th sleep marathon, when I couldn't keep my eyes open to watch the much anticipated 2nd season premier of one of my favorite t.v. shows, Bob's Burgers, was try to catch up on sleep. But first I was bummed; my son and I had been waiting forever for the program's return and were really looking forward to laughing our heads off at the absurd attics of this bonkers cartoon family. I sat down to first watch The Simpsons, but was out like a light before opening theme song ended. Nobody touched me to try to wake me... I slept half-sitting, dressed, propped up against my pile of super flat pillows and folded blankets I normally spread out to sleep on each night.
(To be continued.)