Yesterday was very, very rough. Five hours’ sleep the night before pretty much wiped me physically, mentally and emotionally.
Still, Mother of the Child and I managed to see the first matinee of Toy Story 3 (
So long as I’m discussing this and that,
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Love that kid.
So after the movie, and an afternoon of crabby vegging, I went to bed very early last night, enjoyed the usual lower GI nonsense, was awoken in the middle of the night by more of same, but still managed to capture about ten hours of solid sleep. Which more or less puts me on an even keel this morning, but hardly ahead of the game. I have an hour of two of Stuff to Do which I didn’t even attempt yesterday, that I’m hoping to get done today. Dreamt I was back in China, trying to manage a failing civilian-military mission there as the hotels decayed, meetings were cancelled and the key participants vanished one by one. Anxiety much?
I actually do feel somewhat better today mentally and emotionally, though physically I’m still wiped.
See some, all or none of you at JayCon X this coming Saturday.