Isn’t just THE BEST to get back to your own bed after vacation? We had decent sleeping mattresses in both hotels, but nothing is as comfortable as your own bed. As I drifted off to sleep last night, I was grateful for the modern convenience of tablets and such which will keep the girls occupied in the morning and allow me to sleep in.
I’ll admit, the last dream I had this morning was of me working night shift as a nurse with a terrible head cold on some random med-surg floor somewhere. I have no idea what that means.
At precisely 7:13 AM, while still reveling in the comforts of my TempurPedic haven, the unmistakable sound of a jackhammer battered its way into my consciousness. At first I was confused, as they only finished paving the street across the way two weeks ago. Once I was able to focus my eyes, I saw 6 guys watching the 7th guy pommel a hole in the fresh asphalt. After a couple of minutes, they would rotate and a new guy would try his hand at this manly sport. As you can imagine, this was met with varying degrees of success. I cannot imagine what has changed in the intervening two weeks which would require them to destroy a perfectly good road.
I think I will go ask them to keep an eye out for my good brown flip flop which was lost during a mud off-roading incident with the Jewbaru. I really miss it.
