Bibbity-bobbity-boo.

I want this work to be done. The schedule for the proposal crap project finally came through, and it looks like I've got no work to do on it after Friday at 4. Thank the gods. I desperately want to get back to my normal work.

I want to go back to bed. I spent most of the night dreaming that I was Dawn, and doing this long series of tasks. About every hour, I'd wake up and roll over to ease my aching back, and that would start the next task.

I want my back to stop hurting. From now on, even if I think there's a reason for it, I'm calling my chiropractor if my back is still aching two days after a visit.

I want Penny to sleep later in the mornings. Even half an hour would make a big difference for me.

POOF!

Well, one out of four isn't too bad, I guess.

(This morning, for the second morning in a row, Penny slept past 6:30. Will it last? There's no way to tell, but we can always hope! I note in the Last Year link that it's been one full year since we had to sleep-train her. For all its heartbreak and nervewrack, that was an excellent investment, and one I'll stand behind.)

--Liz