Today I sat in a chair on the deck under the pretense of reading a book, promptly fell asleep and stayed that way until my back was crippled, and my mouth was like the desert, indicating to me that I was slack-jawed and snoring.
I haven't made my bed, or done any dishes, or picked anything up. I also have eaten so many pita chips that my stomach hurts, which is an interesting contrast to the excruciating back injury from sleeping in a lawn chair. I may have to be put into traction at least until I digest these damn delicious pita chips.
I need the kids back. What will happen to me when they move out?