You know what time I got in bed last night? 8:30! Ash was super tired so I finished folding clothes, took the dogs out, and got under the covers. I didn’t actually sleep until about 10 but still; that’s a good night’s rest.
Before falling asleep, I finished reading a novel in three parts by Kresley Cole, who normally writes paranormal romance but this, THIS… Lordy. She wrote about this Russian enforcer and dear God, it was intense.
Now I am back to reading Wild and though it’s good, I don’t get through much at a time.
I drank a St. Pauli Girl last night because my grandpa always drank that. It wasn’t very good; in fact, it lacked any sort of bite or… weight. I like to feel my beer, if that makes sense. It was almost like drinking slightly alcoholic water. This makes me sad because… Grandpa.
The weather got all funky here. It is gray, as it has been for almost an entire month, but it’s not cold. Today is 63/78. Florida, you’re drunk. Go home.
A Ziggy Marley song came onto my SiruisXM Jimmy Buffet radio station this morning and I had an instant reaction: I yearned to be on a sunny beach. It was a little shocking how immediate my response was: my brain flashed me an image of St. George Island and I felt that undeniable happiness I get from being on a chair in the sun, the gulf’s waves lapping the shore, birds calling overhead. Only a few more months perhaps. We went for the first time last April – April 13th looks like:It was clearly very sunny because look at Elliot’s face; lol.
I don’t know BG (Baby Girl) will do on that drive, which is about an hour and a half. Last time we took a longer drive, she was unhappy to say the least.
I have to go teach now, because that’s what I do. But then I get to come back and do other things. Having multiple jobs is stressful. I need a cookie. Or more coffee. BUT, they’re putting a Dunkin Donuts right by my building. So there’s that!