Like a LION

Front yard in snow more snow

This is why we decided not to keep chickens this winter

Vole or mole slipping out from beneath the snow to steal seed

March roared into southern Indiana this morning dumping an additional five to six inches of snow upon us. Snow on snow on snow. It is pretty, but it makes getting about  tough. The roads are nasty, footing is unsteady. I've slipped or something and injured my foot or ankle - some tendon or muscle or bone. Some swelling and pain. I limp about and hobble and try not to slip and fall, again. My foot was injured when I fell last Thursday morning heading in to my office. 
There is barely a place for Miss Chelsea Kabob to relieve herself. She hops into the snow, sinks, hops out and we trudge on. We wipe her feet and belly when we enter the house. 
We've gone through so much wood Doug says he will have to chip the next batch out of the snow. And the wood in the mud room was stacked to the ceiling. 
Like weary soldiers we carry on. 

2012: Plunging in!

my legs and wet Keens

This morning Doug and I went to Lake Monroe to do the Polar Bear Plunge.  I don't really have a bathing suit right now, so I just wore shorts and a t-shirt.  Doug wore his Hawaiian swim trunks.  Most people did wear bathing suits. 
Last Friday, Doug and a friend of mine started telling me that we needed to do this.  First, I didn't even know if I wanted to do this.  I posted something about it on facebook.  A friend of mine from high school is battling cancer and she commented "you only live once, take the plunge!"  That about made me cry. 
Last night at our friend's party, we all talked about how we might live differently if we knew that 2012 was our last year.  I said that I would be braver.  Oh, I talk big.  People who know me might think I am never afraid, but I am.  Fear is that little feeling in your stomach that causes you to think you can't do something or that you might not do it well. 
I saw the movie "We bought a zoo," yesterday and in the movie they talk about how with most situations all you need is twenty seconds of intense confidence.  Before we left I got online and looked at some videos of people doing Polar Bear Plunges.  They jump in, they jump out.  I don't even think it takes twenty seconds. 
Doug said that he was going to go in over his head.  But once he got into the water, he went in up to his waist.  That water was SO COLD.  It made me realize how fast someone could get into trouble if they fell through the ice.  I didn't intend on going in very far. 
But on January 1st, I walked into Lake Monroe on purpose.  And I walked right back out.

Must. Pick. Up. Dry. Cleaning.

What is the longest you've left something at the dry cleaners?  I drive past my dry cleaners twice a day.  On the way to work and on the way home.  The ticket is in the cup holder in my car to serve as a reminder. It is my cream silk blouse with ruffles.  I iron, but I cannot get the wrinkles out of that silk blouse. 

A guy that I went to high school with owns a dry cleaners.  He had a guy leave a brown leather coat there for a year.  After a year had passed, my friend started to wear the coat.  That was when the owner of the coat returned to claim said coat.  My friend had to clean it again before he returned it to the rightful owner.

Do you take clothing to the dry cleaners?  There was a time in my life when my dry cleaning bill was one of my biggest bills.  I worked in advertising and lived in suits.  I wore suits daily.  Thank goodness those days are behind me.  As a rule, I try not to buy clothes that need to be dry cleaned, but I am drawn to linen, cotton and silk.  I always joke that the way that you know that linen is linen is because it is wrinkled. 

Everyone that knows me knows that I iron.  My ironing board is set up all the time.  Usually with a  stack of clothes sitting on it.  I find ironing soothing.  The hiss of the steam smoothing out all that is wrong.  People tease me about ironing.  I like to be pressed and fixed.  If a collar is crooked or there is a wrinkle down the front of what I am wearing, it makes me crazy.  I ironed for an hour or more today in preparation of the upcoming work week.  I am an extreme ironer, but not like this: 

No, I don't ride my board this way.

Um, yeah. 

Is this for real?

Do you iron?  Do you take things to the dry cleaners?  If so, what is the longest you've ever left anything?

Too many thoughts to sleep

Late the other night my daughter popped up on Skype and said "I thought old people went to bed early."  Sometimes.  Other times I'm up late playing stupid games on facebook or writing to you or reading what you've written.  Other nights we go to bed early because we couldn't sleep the night before.
This past weekend was emotionally draining.  I've had a medical issue for many years and it has gotten worse.  I went to my doctor and learned she was going to send me to a specialist, who will hopefully resolve the issue.  It is something I've lived with for many years, so not to worry, but annoying and worrisome all the same.
That led to a phone call which led to my heart overflowing and bubbling out of my mouth- some issues that have been very troubling, but I've not mentioned.  This led to an upsetting exchange of words.  I had to pull my car over and sit in a parking lot and finish crying before I could return to work.
On Saturday there was another upsetting phone  conversation which led to more tears.
On Sunday I decided I needed to visit, in person.
I thought I was o.k., which I often do, but once again, the tears overflowed.  Tears are soothing and healing but hours of conversation, filled with misunderstandings, hurtful memories dredged up, more hurtful words, working for resolution, trying to make one another understand how we felt was exhausting.  Certain words and phrases pierced my heart.  I called Doug on my way home and he said "well, you sound good."  I said "I think I've just cried all I can cry." 
I had a two hour drive back home.  The darkness was kind and comforting, soothing.  I fell into bed when I got home and curled into a ball, wanting to crawl into a hole. 
Yesterday at work, due to lack of sleep, my brain was on fire.  Sometimes being at work, it is nice.  People are cordial, detached, professional.  I threw myself into my tasks, focusing.  Jennifer and I went to lunch and just being with her cheered me. 
Last night, I asked Doug to go to the barn with me to haul out containers.  Containers I've saved filled with wonderful, precious memories.  As I pulled items from the containers, over and over I exclaimed "oh. my. gosh."  I sorted and laughed and told Doug stories of when each piece was worn or who had made it or bought it.
He leaned over and put his mouth close to my ear...
"this is just what you needed."

comfort brew for the wee hours

 

back in the day this was a legal pad and pen



my girl, Chelsea, beside me

what is this?

this box holds so many sweet memories

This morning, I turn to look at the alarm clock- after being awake for quite some time.  It reads 3:10 a.m.  I groan and get up, slipping my bare feet into my crocs.  I pull a hooded sweatshirt on over my nightgown and head out into the house.  I light a candle and put on some water for tea.  I turn up the heat, take dry clothes out of the dryer and put wet clothes into the dryer.  I start another load of laundry.  I let Chelsea out of her kennel, put my glasses on, zip up my sweatshirt and pull the hood up.  We head out into the frigid darkness.  The snow hasn't yet started to fall. 
I was supposed to see the specialist today, but called yesterday to reschedule.  You know you are getting old when you reschedule a medical appointment because of the threat of snow.  The appointment was set for 8:45 a.m. and I couldn't see us getting out and driving an hour north on bad roads.  Especially when I've let this thing go on for years. 
This past year has been one of growth and learning.  More so than other years.  For me, growth and learning doesn't come without a certain amount of pain.  As the gardener tells us, without pruning there is no fruit.  (I loved it in The Shack when Jesus was the gardener in overalls.)
Jennifer said something the other day about my blog being sweet or happy.  I thought "is it?"  Sometimes I joke that my blog is the life I wished I lived.  First of all, I am usually happy and positive.  Secondly, I can't stand negative, complaining people.  Who wants to hear that?  But this past year carried a certain amount of pain.  And now the new year is getting started with a certain amount of pain. 
But this new year holds the promise of a new chapter.  A new life.  A new member of the family.  A new role for me.  It is my turn to be wise sage and listening ear.  Fun.  Wonder.  Kisses.  Sweet smells and warm little body held in my arms.  Sleepy eyes that will gaze into mine and capture my heart. 
I have to write.  I have to express my thoughts and feelings. I have to write for me.  I love the blogging community, and the interaction we share, but I have to write for me.  The first two years I blogged (on another website) my blog was just a place to put my writing.  I wonder if I were imprisoned and they wouldn't allow me any pen or paper (or keyboard)...would I become as desperate as the Marquis de Sade did, writing with his blood and an improvised crude writing instrument?  I am constantly writing in my head and when I'm gone, my belongings will be littered with scaps and sheets of paper with thoughts I've written down.
I was told during the conversations this past weekend I was told that I am melodramatic.  When I look up this word it means exaggerated, sensationalized, over emotional, sentimental.  I am sentimental.  I hope I never lose that trait. I am thoughtful, feeling deeply.
It has become apparent in the past few years that during winter months I struggle with SADD which is the sunshine deficit disorder which causes depression.  For the past few years, I've taken a couple of different anti-depressants off and on.  Around mid-November, I felt the sadness creeping back in and started back on one of them.  This Christmas Eve was the first time in twenty-eight years, I wasn't with either of my children.  I got through it.  And once Christmas was over, I felt better.  Almost as soon as I had started taking the anti-depressant, I stopped taking it.  (Side-bar note:  if you've never taken anti-depressants, it is best to slowly wean yourself off of them.)
When on an anti-depressant, I feel muted and as if I don't experience life fully.  There are times that this isn't a bad thing.  But this next part of my life that I am about to enter into, I don't want to miss a thing.  I want to be fully aware and experience every moment completely. 
I want to tell you how much you mean to me.  This community of bloggers, those who comment and email.  I have met some of you.  I know some of you.  Some of you have become facebook friends.  Some of you I know I will meet in the future.  Thank you for telling me what you think, for caring, for encouraging, for being positive about what I write.  It means more than you know. And when I find that sleep evades me, it is good to have someone to talk to.

Naptown

Two times a year we have conference.  In June, it is in Bloomington.  In December it is in Indianapolis.  Usually, I spend the first night alone, then the second night, the duggles joins me.  This weekend, he decided to stay home with Chelsea.  So I have this very nice, quiet hotel room all to myself.  A mini vacation.  Up until Thanksgiving day, I had worked 31 days straight - between my full-time job at the university and my part-time job in Nashville.  Then we had company from Thursday until Sunday.  Then I returned to work on Monday and started preparing for conference weekend.  It is pretty sweet to have this quiet room tout seul.

A King size bed for lil' ol' me

 I'm sitting in this chair with my feet up on the footstool right now.  I love to have my feet up! 

cozy

 View of the city from my window.  The glint in the sky on the right side of the picture is a plane taking off.

bright lights

I think conferences are exhausting.  Especially when you are putting it on.  When you are on you are ON.  Smiling, smiling, smiling.  Greeting.  Organizing.  Taking minutes.  Answering questions.  Alert. 
So I'll treasure this time in this quiet room.  When I returned to my room after dinner, snow was falling softly on the city.  It was so pretty.  I'm settling in for a little winter's nap.  A nap in naptown. 

POP!

Technically, we celebrated the 4th last weekend and this weekend.  Doug secured a couple of table seats for us at the Picnic with the Pops last Saturday night.  For years, my children and I attended Symphony on the Prairie, but this was my first time to attend the pops  here in Bloomington. It was a great show.

"Color guard present!"

overhead

The gal on the right has a voice just like Diana Ross!

I.U. Hoosier Singers

Is there anything more lovely than an illuminated concert shell?

 Friday night after work I went out with a few of the gals from work to celebrate one of our student interns getting a job (not only getting a job, but one in her field)!  Then a couple of them came back to the house  and we had a campfire.
Saturday, Doug and I worked all day in the yard.  My son stopped by and said "you are dirty."  I was filthy.  We made plans to meet at a local brew pub at eight o'clock.  It was a welcome relief.  Doug and I each had salads and we shared a sandwich and fries. 
On Sunday, our friends, John and Kathy, from my hometown came down to visit.  We hiked the bluffs, Doug made some amazing pork chops on the grill.  We also had corn and salads and I made a celebratory cake (forgot to upload the photo, will try to do that...) and then we saw some fireworks. 
This morning Doug made fritatta for breakfast and John and Kathy headed north.  Doug went to work for a couple of hours, I took a little nap and then I did a some chores and yard work.  Just dead-heading flowers and watering everything is relaxing, to me.
Chelsea must have gotten too much attention this weekend because she was very needy this evening. 
How did you spend your 4th?  I sure hope it was a bang-up time!
**Am I the only one who is having a frustrating time with blogger this evening?  Painfully slow to do anything and I can't get it to pull out extra space.**

This is why we walk

Finally, I get to tell you about the Relay for Life which occurred last Saturday.

Sarah did Relay last year and she asked us if we would like to have an IUAA (Indiana University Alumni Association) team.  Several of us said yes.  By the time the day arrived, basically, it was Sarah and me who actually did the walking.  One other lady showed up and walked for a few hours.  Sarah's amazing parents walked with us and served as our support team. 

Sarah and me.  By the time this photo was taken, we were sweaty and disgusting- but still smiling.

This photo was scary, but I wanted to take it for Mindy.

We started walking around 12:30 p.m.  For breakfast, I had two boiled eggs.  I didn't have time to stop for coffee.  I took a liter of water with me which was quickly downed.  Someone had a grill and was cooking hot dogs.  I had not had a bun for over nine weeks, but decided to have a hot dog and bun and a pkg of baked Lays chips.  I downed a bottle of Gatorade and shortly after drinking it, I had mega pain in my lower left abdomen.  At some point I had a no-bake cookie.  Then, I started to struggle to stay hydrated and started downing bottles of water.  Throughout the day, I must have had four or five or more. 

first of the survivors in the survivors walk

more survivors

more survivors

Throughout the day there were different recognitions.  The Survivors Walk made me cry.  We stood to the side and applauded as they walked around the track.  One gal (my age or younger) had the most beautiful wide smile.  You could see she was full of joy at being a part of the walk. 

flags representing those yet to be diagnosed

Bringin' home the bronze!

Even though just a few of us walked, a few more helped raise donations.  Our little team raised about $1300.  I was proud of that.

Around 6:30 p.m., I was getting tired and two of my friends- Jennifer and Alysa arrived to walk with us.  I cannot tell you how that caused me to rally!  They lifted my spirits as we walked together.  I was dancing and laughing.  They both continued to walk with me until near the end. 
Late in the day, word arrived that a wide storm front was approaching.  We started to put everything away and got our tent down before it got wet.  We were walking a track behind the Monroe County YMCA and they allowed us to take shelter inside.  Some of us continued to walk on the indoor walking track.  At 9:30, they decided to call the walk.  The rain and lightening and high winds were continuing. 
One of the ideas behind the walk is that Cancer is "the disease that doesn't sleep," and the relay takes place from noon one day until six a.m. the next morning. 
My friend Miss Janice walked the entire time that she did her walk in Florida.  Honestly, I can't imagine.  In nine hours I walked twenty-four miles.  I just kept walking.  I couldn't have imagined walking another eight and a half hours. 
When I got home, I just wanted a shower.  I stood under the hot water for a long time.  I put on my pajamas, put my feet up and ate a Popsicle.  Then I went to bed.  Doug rubbed my feet for me and I told him I could feel the blood begin to stir in my legs when I was laying in bed.  I was in so much pain that I couldn't go to sleep- despite taking two Tylenol p.m. caplets.  Finally, I got up a took a pain pill that I take for my colitis and was able to go to sleep. 
On Sunday, I didn't feel too bad and Alysa and I took Chelsea and went to a nearby state park to hike and work out the kinks. 
We walk to raise the money for research.  I can remember years ago that if you learned you had Cancer, there was usually no hope.  Now, research has improved and we have learned to fight and with early detection, one has more of an opportunity to beat it than ever before.  This is why we walk.

Today we Relay (for Life)!

Quick post.  Quick, lousy photo.  But you get the idea.  I wanted to show you how I personalized my t-shirt.  At this point in my life I am not too crazy about t-shirts.  I am 5'2" and I hate a t-shirt down to my knees (and they are all down to my knees) so I have started whacking off the bottom few inches.  Then, I have a nifty piece of material to use as a headband.  One night when I was heading to the Y I had on an IU crimson t-shirt, freshly whacked and I pointed to my headband and said to Doug, "look, I match."  Sometimes I am just to sexy (for my whacked off t-shirt).
I digress. 
Yesterday, we had tornado warnings, torrential downpour, limbs down, lightening and thunder.  This same weather is basically predicted for this area up until a week from this Sunday.  So, we shall see.  Right now the sun is trying to shine and the relay starts in two hours.
Other than a few lunch-time and a short walk with Chelsea last evening, I haven't walked or exerted myself.  I am stopping at Starbucks for my venti mocha.  I'm eating two boiled eggs with butter.  I am wearing my personalized t, my red Hawaiian athletic shorts, socks and tennies.  Doug said "whatever is comfortable."  Silly boy, it isn't about comfort, it is all about being uniquely cute.  Some men just don't get it.  (The straight ones, anyway.)  I can't find my old plastic poncho.  That is what I really need if it rains like it did yesterday.  IUAA has graciously loaned us a pop-up tent.  We are the IUAA team.  I am stopping for one of those clip-on off! thingys to clip on my waist.
Speaking of clipping on my waist, my electronic pedi went kaput this week, so I am resorting to my old waist pedometer.  One of my readers asked if wearing a pedometer helps.  Studies have shown that if you wear a pedometer, you will move 30% more than if you don't.  I think it is just a constant reminder..."move, move!" 
I'm charging my ipod and camera battery.  I can't think of anything else.   
If you are local, we'll be at the Monroe County YMCA.  Come out and walk for awhile with us!

Sunny Sunday

This past weekend was the first time we did not have rain for many weeks.  I have been desperate to work in the yard.  I worked in the yard for a few hours on Saturday and then on Sunday, I worked in the yard for the entire day.  It was probably eighty degrees or so.  I kept taking Popsicle breaks.  I would get a sugar-free Popsicle and as I sat and ate it, I would play fetch with Chelsea.  I also drank two large bottles of Gatorade and when I felt as if I was going to pass out, I went in the house to have some yogurt.
I had the highest reading yet on my pedometer!  Even higher than on Friday, when I worked all day, then went to the Y in the evening and did six miles on the elliptical. 
I was cleaning out an over-grown area in the back yard and I was on my feet all day.

This is the part of the yard that I "beautified."

This is where I cleared out all of the overgrowth.

This is most of what I cleaned out. 

One of the new hostas that I planted.

Where this hose is, just hours before,

there was a sticky bushes.

We've decided to tear all of the sticky bushes out. 

They are ugly, we don't like them- so "outta here!"

Cleaned all of this out.  Our Rose of Sharon was out of control. 

We may cut it all the way down.  Tore out the weeds and will plant here.

I think my favorite tool is my pruners.  Dug bought a big ol' set of pruner/trimmers that would probably cut my arm off if I wasn't careful.  I love them though.  As I've said before, in the yard, I am both judge and jury.  If I say it goes, it goes.  If I allow it to stay, it stays.  This is my third summer here and I am determined that this place will be a showplace when I get done with it.  It certainly has the potential.  There isn't tons of acreage, but there is a lot of land and lots of "hidey-holes" to be cleaned out.  I'm on a mission. 

*Please let me know if there are any problems with my new lay-out on your end.

Cinderella and me

The rain continued both all day Saturday and Sunday which left me indoors. I cleaned the house, somewhat obsessively. My philosophy has always been "to see the dirt, one must get on the dirt's level." If I were to have a tombstone, this might be a good place to credit me with this thought. (As it stands, I plan to be cremated, thus no where but this blog to credit me with my thoughts.)

We have a long entryway which turns right to my laundry area, where Chelsea kennels. I sweep the stone nearly every day, but rarely clean it. Today, I got down on the dirt's level, on my hands and knees and cleaned the tiles. Needless to say, it was an exhausting task. Would Cinderella do it better?

The air is so humid with continuous rain that it is taking a long time for the stone to dry. Even when aided by a fan. Some may think I'm crazy, but it will be a sad day when I can no longer get down on my knees to scrub a floor. As it is now, I place towels under my knees to cushion them.

Despite all of my cleaning, I've already seen two spiders- grand-daddy long legs, which are harmless enough, but how do they get inside the house?

Delicious Saturday

delicious breeze coming through this window

Saturday. My favorite day of the week. I love to sleep in and work forty hours a week at the university, so I never get to sleep in. Sleeping in is usually 9:30 or so. If that horrifies anyone, my first question is- what time does your alarm go off Monday through Friday? My second question is- how often do you get a nap? My third question is- how late do you usually stay up? My alarm goes off around six a.m. every day. If I get a nap, I grab one on my lunch hour. And, I stay up way too late on a regular basis. And, unlike a certain man that is usually sleeping every evening, I wait until I go to bed to go to sleep.
I love to go out to breakfast on Saturday mornings, but don't often. I like to go to farmer's market in the summer and like to purchase plants for the yard. Right now I have two different kinds of hostas to get in, some Siberian miniature iris, two kinds of Hawaiian lillys. My philosophy usually is to avoid buying more plants if I haven't gotten the plants I have in the ground. So this a.m., no farmer's market.
On Saturdays, I love to putz and piddle. I like to water my plants and remove dead stuff, add new dirt or cuttings that I've rooted. My whole life long I've trimmed plants and put them in water to grow roots, then I either give them away or use them to fill in bare spots in pots that I have.
Because summer is suddenly upon us, I've noticed a lot more bugs in the house (we live next to the woods.) I am deep-cleaning room by room. One evening this week after work I cleaned the guest room. I got up this morning and washed the bedspread and pillow sham for the guest room and hung them out on the line. Now, it is raining. (And, the duggles is out on his bicycle.) We have had rain every day this week. I love rain. Everything is really popping out and the yard needs some serious attention. It is nothing in the summer for me to work in the yard nearly every evening.
Today I am deep-cleaning the living room. If the rain continues and I can't get out into the yard, I may clean beyond the living room. In my earlier years, I was extremely picky about my house. I am still quite fastidious, but live with a corgi, two cats and a man, so I've had to let some things go. Usually, at this point in my life, I deep-clean whenever we have guests or I just can't stand it any longer. Our bedroom is the only room left with carpet and when you don't have carpet, the hair and dirt doesn't have anywhere to go, so I do sweep frequently. I have to or I'll get lost in a cloud of pet hair. I like my house to smell clean. That too is difficult with four animals in the house.
I would like to get out on the trail with Chelsea today and or tomorrow. In a recent post, Sandie asked us if we could walk a quarter mile in five minutes. I went to the Y for the first time in quite some time on Thursday night. I misunderstood what Sandie said and I was thinking she asked if we could walk a half a mile in five minutes. (Which is a bit more of a jog.) Her point was that according to Dr. Oz, if you can walk a quarter of a mile in five minutes (a twenty minute mile) you have a greater chance of living the next six years than someone who can't. It is all related to how healthy you are, if you are overweight, fun factors like that. I was on the elliptical, which I enjoy because it doesn't hurt. Normally, I kick butt on the elliptical. Because I've been dieting- doing "no sugar, no flour" for five weeks now, I'm not as strong as I normally am. I have lost weight, but have lost some strength. I did my first half mile in seven minutes and finished that mile in seventeen minutes and then killed myself to finish the second mile in under thirty. For me, this was slow. According to Sandie's post though, the good news is I will probably be around in the next six years. I still have some work to do though.
Are you a list maker? I am forever making lists. Usually, literally writing them down. Always have lists running through my head though.
My list for today: (in no special order)
1. Clean house
2. Make myself a super healthy smoothie
3. Finish laundry
4. Get clothes ironed for the week- yes, I iron and I do it ahead of time- not just before I put it on.
5. Work in the yard if possible- get new plants in the ground. Weed. Prune. Rake.
6. Walk the trail with Chelsea.
7. Make time for art
8. Read the book club selection- which was my choice and I haven't finished.
9. PAINT the cabinet doors and drawer fronts for KITCHEN. I still haven't done this!

10. get out screens for this window, put them in

11. take a nap

What is on your list for this delicious Saturday?

"We'll sleep when we are dead"

Past weekend: Friday after work, going away party for Angela C. at Upland's with my law peeps. I didn't stay too late because Doug's brother Paul and family were coming to visit on Saturday. I rushed home to mop my white kitchen floor, finish tidying up and tried to get to bed at a decent hour. We met them at Farmer's Market on Saturday morning.

Doug and Paul took Dylan and Skye canoeing and out to Patton Cave. Michele and I started at Relish and hit shops all the way up to Urban Outfitter's near the Sample Gates. It was a long walk back to the car. We love Paul & Michele and truly enjoy the boys. Dylan is starting first grade this week. He is sensitive and intelligent, loves Food Network and cooking. Skye is two and says absolutely everything. His favorite item seems to be a flashlight. We always enjoy being with them. Doug and Paul are very much alike as are Michele and I. She and I had lots of good talks. She helps me to understand the Steury Fam. She also has lots of great ideas for expanding my creative side.

We all returned late to the house, Doug built a fire in the fireplace out back and we made foil dinners, which we ate about ten p.m. Then, he and I sat in the living room with Paul and Michele until they fell asleep. Then, Doug and I were up talking until one thirty.

Yesterday was Casey's graduation party which was held at Amy and Dave's house. That was interesting. Once again, we fell into bed around eleven.

After work, today, another trip to the farm to see puppy, Chelsea and I have more plants to get into the ground. Will I get to the Y? I definitely need a noon time nap!

This morning, when I was complaining to Doug about how tired we always are, his response was "we'll sleep when we are dead."