tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996299413715455303.post5544702107789491734..comments2023-06-10T07:19:17.979-05:00Comments on Boots on the Ground: InsomniaMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264128797713405291noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996299413715455303.post-15239226894510017112012-07-20T07:06:48.768-05:002012-07-20T07:06:48.768-05:00Today was actually pretty painless. I suppose tha...Today was actually pretty painless. I suppose that's an unfortunate choice of words, considering the chickens-going-to-the-butcher thing! But that got taken care of, John and I had our traditional butchering day breakfast out (we go into a small local restaurant covered with chicken "stuff", they seat us away from the other patrons, and we chow down on cholesterol) I did a mess-o-gardening, some lesson planning, and we hit Culver's for dinner. I didn't feel tired until my head hit the pillow. I don't remember how long I was lying there before I went to sleep. Maybe long enough to close my eyes?Melodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09264128797713405291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996299413715455303.post-45281959259261624342012-07-19T23:16:20.575-05:002012-07-19T23:16:20.575-05:00You know I empathize with you (although my insomni...You know I empathize with you (although my insomnia manifests differently). I am so sorry for the exhaustion. How did today go?Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04817680463922038375noreply@blogger.com