Tuesday, November 22, 2005


Still moving right along. Metaphorically speaking, the sun just went down, and its always darkest just before the dawn. Poor Chloe and Dean.

Hubby is feeling enough better that he left a bit ago for his apartment, hoping to be able to manage two twelve hour day shifts starting tomorrow. You may recall that he'd already booked off this set's night shifts, which is good. He figured the two day shifts seemed manageable.

If there's supposed to be something more to life, I'm not remembering what it might be. Hoping to get to bed early myself tonight; I'm pretty tired (but NOT getting sick. Really not...)

1 comment:

Maripat said...

Arg. Hugs. I'm sorry to hear your hubby's sick. Hopefully it'll pass soon and you don't get it.

Great word count!