Happy to Be Home.. Sorta.

I’m trying to focus on happy things today, because a recent symptom of “sperm poisoning” is that I cry at anything.  At the drop of a hat.  Which makes for very awkward situations.

But it’s hard to focus on anything because I am so frickin’ tired.  I got home late last night, and of course my body was on PST, so it was midnight before I finally drifted off to sleep.  Add to that swollen feet and hands, and leg cramps that were making me restless, and you had a very frustrated Sarah.  Then Bryan started snoring at one o’clock, so I moved to the couch.  Where I tossed and turned till he came and told me my alarm had gone off.

Today was supposed to be a day off for me, as was tomorrow, but a staffing shortage here in ole HuntsVegas has killed that dream for me.  Not only that, but I’m supporting a late meeting tomorrow night.  I could easily cry right now.  Yep, I could be sobbing in a matter of seconds.

That’s alright.  It’s just 48 more hours.  I can do anything for 48 hours.  You’ve probably read that on some mens’ room wall somewhere.

You know what I learned this weekend, while reading on the plane?  The phrase is “for all intents and purposes.”  I have always, always, always thought (because I’m apparently ignorant) that it was “for all intensive purposes.”  Which never made much sense to me, logistically, but I would never think to question conformity.

Jeanette, your comment slayed me. (But I’m also tired.)

I’ll have the full Hitching Post story later, because I’ll need it to stay awake. 

So here I am.  Back at home.  But not really.