Friday, June 12, 2015
I am exhausted. I wake up tired. Go to sleep tired. In between I stumble about getting myself breakfast, packing a lunch and working. So many people. So many gardening problems.
I am thinking a good "being sick" would be very welcome. Not that I was well rested after the fever. I never actually slept. Just kept dropping off and then would wake up searching for a cold spot to put my head. Sigh.
I suggested to my employer that three days off a week (in a row) would be very much appreciated when we hit the slower, summer months. I would be less likely to be "testy" on the other four days at work. He exclaimed in surprise, "when are you testy??" When am I not?
I finished "The Girl On The Train". I had guessed who done it by the last fourth of the book. I wonder why other readers were so shocked? When I went to the library--they gave me The Secret Place AGAIN so I am going to try and read a few more chapters and then return it. I checked out the new fiction shelves and didn't recognize any of the authors.
Now I am going to reheat my coffee, have a dark chocolate caramel and sit in front of the television until it's time to sleep. Tomorrow is a day off and I have tons of gardening to do. My own problems to solve.