Lucky for I-don’t-know-who, I have decided to take my somewhat frequent tendency to be unable to fall asleep, and use it as a tool. So, instead of every night going to bed, being unable to fall asleep, and waking up and watching whatever randomness is on TV — I’m going to blog, for at least some of the times.
We had a pretty great weekend. Friday, LarBear and I had dinner with QoB and her boyfriend, and I finished reading another book after we came home.
On Saturday, I went with my dad to help babysit my nephew, Oscar, while my sister and brother-in-law worked on the house they are fixing up. I had the chance to see the huge guest room that they are converting (along with everything else…this was a total strip-it-gut-it-change-it job) where LarBear and I will be able to stay when we come visit. It has huge windows, and it’s own bathroom and fireplace. Oh! And a balcony. It is a super-cool and interesting old house, and they have done almost all the work themselves. Very impressive, I think it would probably be called a mini-mansion. 🙂
Today, LarBear and I have been mostly relaxing and hanging out. We slept in (which we never, ever do) and took a drive in the country to see the changing colors. It seems that a lot of the leaves are already on the ground, but it was beautiful anyway and that is one of our favorite things to do together. We finished up the evening with cheeseburgers for dinner, and LarBear watching football on the TV while I read on the Kindle. It was really an altogether great day, and weekend.
Tomorrow, we are venturing about two hours east to visit LarBear’s grandpa, Mickey, and then we will swing through and see my sister and Oscar on our way back home. It should be an interesting trip because we haven’t been to see Mickey in a couple months because he has been in and out of the hospital. I am hoping that he will be home and we can have a good visit. For LarBear’s sake, I’m fine with staying as long as he likes.
The reason I am blogging about things as mundane as what the weekend events were, is that I want to be able to look back and remember good times, calm times when my brain wasn’t fighting me, for the times when I do slip off the deep end. Because at least I know, it’s not if, its a matter of when. Sometimes once you have radically accepted that you are always going to live with your illness, it makes it easier to handle. Or, it has for me, at least.