I’ve sort have been in shock lately over the death of my friend so haven’t written much.
I guess I’m used to van living again. Every morning when I wake up I see something different out the side window of my van. Sometimes an orange from a nearby orange tree. Sometimes a morning glory growing up the side of a wall. And sometimes, if I’ve slept a bit late, a beautiful blue sky. I’m always relieved and grateful to have made it safely through the night. Some nights when I’m trying to sleep, I imagine I hear noises and it makes it hard to go to sleep. So when morning comes and no one has bothered me in any way, I’m pleasantly surprised. That may sound dramatic but it’s really how I feel.
That said, I’m housesitting for the next two weeks starting tomorrow night so I guess I’m going to be snugasabuginarug for a little while again.
My daugher is visiting from school and will stay with me.
Last night she started crying and telling me what a good mom I am. It made me feel good to hear her say that.
I am super sleepy now…so sleepy my legs are all jittery. Nitey nite!