Making Myself Crazy

Every morning when I wake up, I run my fingers through my hair and smooth it out. Once in a while there are tangles. I might have a few strands on my fingers. But more and more, there is quite a bit. I cut two inches off while I was in Virginia. I'll probably do that again in a week or so. It's supposed to make this all less traumatic. Then I open Facebook and there are pics from the two events I missed down in the Navy Yard aboard USS Constitution. You know I am like a half mile away, right? I slept through the tree lighting and I just didn't have the energy to make the Pearl Harbor commemoration.

I want to try some Middle Eastern food and one of the highest rated restaurants in Boston is Tangerino and it's eight blocks away. I want to go and have tapas. But it's on the other side of the Bunker Hill monument. In other words, up and down Breed's Hill. I might make it there, but I would have to lay down on all their pillows.

I walked for hours in Philly....but it was flat.

Yesterday I woke up at 7:30 am, but had to nap from 5 to 9:30 pm. Then I slept from 2 am to 11 am this morning. I still haven't made it out of my bedroom.