. . .I trust you slept well?
Me? No. . . I didn't really sleep well, sorry to say. Because I slept on the couch last night. (It is wonderfully comfortable, as couches go. But it makes a less-than-desirable bed.)
I was just having a hard time relaxing, felt super-wired, and generally couldn't get comfortable. After a little while of this, I moved to the couch, so at least maybe Michael could sleep.
I actually don't even know why I'm writing this post. . . my head feels far to confuzle to do more than string together simple sentences. I don't think I can handle a cohesive theme, or anything even approaching a purpose today.
There's LOTS on my mind.
Not the least of which is that at 10:30 this morning I will be meeting with my doctor to discuss the results of yesterday's MRI. I'm sure there is probably nothing wrong. . . But it's that kind of nervous that you just can't shake. I won't feel better until I am getting back in the car after seeing the doc.
So I'll just have to suck it up until then.
The baby's been sick, and is on antibiotics now. But I honestly don't know whether he will be feeling well enough to trick-or-treat tomorrow night. . . I guess it just depends on him, and on how cold it is outside. (I REALLY would like for him to get to go. . . even though he'll have NO CLUE what is going on. He'd still enjoy the spectacle of it. And in our neighborhood---It IS a spectacle!! And I would LOVE to see him dressed up in his little Yoda costume!!!)