I’ve been sick for a few days and haven’t been sleeping well. It’s basically because my body refuses to let me be a mouth-breather. So sleeping at night with a stuffy nose, consists of not sleeping at all. Despite pumping myself with decongestants. I’ve found a good combo of saline spray and saline gel at night so I can do that breathing thing.
But I haven’t had time to catch up on sleep. So I’m feeling a bit long in the tooth. I dont actually know what that phrase means, but I’m going to imagine myself as a scraggly bunny in dire need of sleep.
So we’re shooting to hopefully move in less than a few weeks. Which means there is no such thing as downtime or sleep. It sucks. I’m trying to find a balance between packing and having a social life. Easier said than done.
I can’t wait for the move to be over. I’m beginning to feel like Tom Hanks at the end of The Burbs, when he accidentally sets that guys house on fire, and then the neighbor tries to murder him in the ambulance. Trouble is, I already feel like setting myself on fire and we haven’t even moved yet.
They opened a new spa near work that does those saltwater pod things. I’m seriously considering booking a session next week. Otherwise I fear I may go mad!