Yesterday I woke up around 9, worked with the doggie on her leash, ate an English muffin and fell asleep on the couch watching home improvement shows.
Rob came in at 12:30 or so, to ask me to help him take some measurements outside and says he stood there calling my name for a long time before I woke up.
After I helped him, I returned to my spot on the couch and napped ’til about 4 p.m.
I showered, got dressed, tried to get Isis to heel on a leash instead of run ahead of me, got frustrated and went back in the house. Rob and I ran some errands and returned at about 7.
I popped a documentary about Iraq in the DVD player and watched about 40 minutes before, guess what? I fell asleep. I woke up in time to watch Rob go to bed, finished the movie by midnight, got in bed and slept ’til 7 a.m. And would have gone back to bed if I could’ve.
It would be funny, except it’s not. I think it means I’m depressed.
Kari Neumeyer 