He came back Friday night and then I had to be up early Saturday to run 20 miles, 13 of which were part of a semi-local inaugural half-marathon. And then we had an Easter Egg hunt. And then date night.
And then Kim died from exhaustion.
I am actually writing this from the great beyond. Here are the answers to the questions you’ve been pondering you’re entire life:
- Mork from Ork killed JFK and the Black Dahlia.
- Boats go missing in the Bermuda Triangle because it’s a magical portal that delivers the occupants to Hogwarts. They’re all very happy there. Stop worrying about them.
- The moon is actually made of cheese. The government is trying to hide this from us because, well, we all love cheese. It’s a total no-brainer that we’d find a way to eat it (With Nachos! MOON NACHOS.) and totally screw up the Tides and the rotation of the planet causing the demise of our life as we know it. DON’T MAKE ME REGRET HAVING TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MOON CHEESE.
Anyway. So I was tired. Long week. Killer Saturday. Today I’m hoping to catch up on a few things (PLEASE LET THERE BE A GROCERY STORE OPEN ON EASTER SUNDAY) that I’ve gotten behind on in hopes to start this week off on some sort of level, even footing. I’m looking forward to fine-tuning the Work From Home routine and looking forward to getting back into a normal rhythm.
I am NOT looking forward to sharing the bed again. Donnie and I have such opposite sleep habits and patterns that this week totally spoiled me. I mean, I love my husband, but if there were two people least cut out for sharing a bedroom? It’s us.
Here’s to the new normal! And hoping my husband never finds out I ate ice cream in bed while he was gone!