My life as a dog.

Yesterday, I drove alllll the way to Iowa and alllll the way back to see my friend Jen. It was worth it. But I guess it tired me out a bit more than I anticipated.

I slept until 10:30 this morning. Then, I got up, fed the dogs, and had a bowl of Cheerios. I read a little bit, and both Foxie Doxie and Lil’ Frankfurter cuddled up on the couch with me.

And then?

Then? It was 3:00. Yes. I slept on my couch for at least three, probably more like four, hours. This, after 10 hours of sleep the night before. When I woke up, I looked at my packmates and thought, “So. This is how you do it.”

I think I might need to find more, uh, balance. Like, this whole getting-your-sleep-for-the-week-all-in-one-day thing isn’t probably the best idea. Then there’s also the business of me feeling like my entire body is atrophied.

So I was a bit out of it when I finally got around today. I took a shower, putzed around the house a bit, and checked e-mail. Coming off the whole “And good luck ever getting married” e-mail, I’m still a bit apprehensive about visiting my inbox.

Today, I had good reason. There was a message from The Ex-Boyfriend Formerly Known as Mr. Wonderful – his first communication since October.

Basically, he wants to come over to my house to tell me some things – including how sorry he is about his “large part” in the stuff that went wrong between us.

I slept 27 hours today, but this makes me weary.

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