It’s a Venti kind of a day

That’s right. Starbucks Vanilla Mocha VENTI.

I haven’t slept well the last couple of days, which accounts for most of that. While I love that my bed is directly under a window, when there are storms, this interferes with sleep. It was too hot Monday night for decent sleep. I woke up several times, once to go to the bathroom (which I never do), and when I got back in bed I had major stomach muscle issues. Last night there was lightning, and then Romeo, who had escaped earlier, meowed mournfully through most of the night, which kept me awake. I did pet him for about half an hour around 4:30 in the morning, just to make him be quiet. And I’ve had a headache on and off today since 4 am. I’m a joy to be around today, let me tell you.

This sleep thing is one of the reasons why I’m switching medications. On [generic] Prozac, if I take it in the morning I don’t eat lunch, and if I take it at night my sleep is very light, and if I take it a couple of hours before dinner I can’t fall asleep at all. Hopefully, Wellbutrin will alleviate some of this. It’s especially annoying since I used to sleep like a dead rock. Yeah.

We’re in the final stages of our mission trip now. We leave a week from Saturday for Georgia. I’m also in the process of answering a bunch of questions for a church that might want to hire me. And right after we get back from Georgia, Betsy’s getting married. June is busy. Unfortunately, I’ll be gone for my birthday. That’s OK, though. It’s a big scary number, as far as I’m concerned, and I’d rather just ignore it. It’s not that I’m vain (although most would say I am), but more that I don’t feel OLD. Some would argue 26 is not old, but it sure seems it to me. I’m sure I’m supposed to be married and pregnant by now. Or own a home. Or at least be debt-free. None of this is true. I don’t even have a full-time job in the career of my choosing.

Undeveloped as of yet, that’s what I am. No jokes, Amanda, about my chest.

I leave you with fun pictures of Matea.

Amanda and Matea playing with the feather toy
Matea trying to get at the fish
Matea standing on the fish tank

Rockin’ out to: sounds of the copier

Wisdom Source: Mansfield Park (only one or two more days left!)

Today’s Wisdom: Psalm 4:8, ” will lie down in peace and sleep, for you alone, O LORD, will keep me safe.”

2 Replies to “It’s a Venti kind of a day”

  1. Great. Thank you for the terrible picture. At least my face is covered so nobody will know who I am. I can be like that guy on that Tool Time show…the neighbor…really smart, but you never see his face…what’s his name?

  2. You can be Wilson! Maybe we should call you A-son, or… provide you with some further level of anonymity. Readers, any suggestions?

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