It was a very long night of tossing and turning. I went to bed after eleven and woke up at 2:30 am. The harder I tried to lull myself to sleep the more awake I became. I started recalling more things that were missing and really what is the point? I’m not even sure I will be getting my picnic table back. That would be a sad example of our legal system if that is true.
Too many factors played into this. My peeps were never available with their trucks, the title company demanded a survey, the surveyor’s mother died…..this is the way this is supposed to play out. I don’t have to understand it and I sure as hell don’t have to like it but I can’t change it. Reasoning with myself didn’t help me fall asleep.
It will get the job done as long as we live here and when we move it can be donated or tossed. I’m just happy that I found one that was the perfect size. I spilled a gallon of paint on the garage floor and wore more than what ended up on the table but it’s done. It may need a touch or two but the majority is done.
I took a long milk bath and now I’m writing you. It’s not a lot but it was my day and I can’t believe that I am still awake……Zia