It's been a tough couple of days. My body has apparently decided that sleep is off the menu. I haven't managed to fall asleep before 4am since Sunday night. Morning. Whatever.
Which really isn't so far out there for me. I'm mostly up all night these days. The problem has been that I had places to be on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Tuesday I had a massage appointment, Wednesday my cousin and her 3 kids spent the day with us, and Thursday we drove down to my SIL's parents' house (an hour and a half away) for Thanksgiving.
I don't do well with changes in my routine. I *really* don't do well with noise and commotion and crowds. And I *especially* don't deal well with stacking those things together for several days in a row and then asking my body to do it on about 2 hours of sleep a night. I feel like I was run over by a bus. And then the bus backed up and ran over me again. My whole body hurts, and my legs are so weak that I feel wobbly when I try to stagger to the bathroom or, god forbid, across the house to the kitchen.
So the only thing I will be Occupying is my bed. It's not like I was planning to go out into the mayhem that is Black Friday, anyway. At three o'clock in the afternoon I'm probably safe from being knocked over in a stampede and trampled to death or crushed into jelly against locked store doors by a deal-maddened crowd. But there are still all those people out there, with all those germs. No, thank you.
I will lay in bed and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and read. Maybe in a little bit I'll watch some TV. That's about as Black as I can handle.