Yeah. It's nearly 3:30 Wednesday morning.
I took Patricia to the medical clinic on Tuesday morning, and didn't get to work until nearly 1pm. Worked until 4:30 and drove home. Cooked and ate beef stirfry. But by 6:30, watching the news, my head was nodding. I kept dozing off. So I went downstairs to the lazy boy and promptly fell asleep.
I got up to check in on Patricia around 9:30 or so, but then returned to sleepy time.
By 2am or so, I decided to get up, as I was wide awake. I hung up some stuff I had washed, and then wandered into my home office to finish work on a draft of my latest true crime piece for Frank. I just sent it to my editor, who will be shocked at the time stamp on the email.
Patricia remains sick. Pneumonia flaring up again. She is off work for the balance of the week and is back on meds.
Around midnight, 1am, I got up to freshen things up a bit. Newbie was in the laundry room, at the window. He saw something, maybe even someone, but I could see nothing. Maybe these true crime pieces are making me paranoid.
I think I will try to get a bit more sleep before I get up and go to work.
Talk at you later.