I was up this morning at 7 am, and it's now midnight. Yet I don't want to go to bed. I was just hoping, maybe... but alas. It's been such a cram packed day.
I spent the weekend out watching my cousin play baseball. They had an awesome game, won 11-4. He got two homes himself, so nicely done cuz. Then I drove back this morning so that I had time to shower and have dry hair for work at one, this afternoon. I worked four hours, and then had a delightful time chatting with my dear girl, Bee. I got some unfortunate news from Jess, and then an email from my dad. Those tend to be exhausting, though I doubt intentionally so.
Then I heard news about rain. Lots of rain. Hurricane levels. Heading for my home. [Praying for you guys]
Maybe that's what this is... homesickness? You'd think I'd have grown out of this after a year. I really ought to.
I have to work tomorrow at 11, so up at 9. I can't wait for school, because after school is home. ETA January 28th.