In the Dog House

I should be going to bed right now, but I don't really have a bed. I am sleeping on the couch. No, I am not in trouble, nor am I having any sort of marital stress. Unless you count being in the hospital. Blaine is over in his bed (in room 4312 at the University of Utah Hospital---visit us!). So, I am sleeping on my little pull out couch, five feet away from my sweetheart, and those are just five feet too many.

I have not been home for a long time, and I am READY TO BE HOME. From July 10-22 I was in Reno. Blaine picked me up from the airport and we got home close to midnight on the 22. We had a house guest for three days and then turned around and drove back up to SLC for a spontaneous hospital stay. I slept here for two nights, then went back to Nephi last night so I could report to jury duty this morning. I was not selected, so then I drove back to Salt Lake. Back and forth. Rushing back here so I can sleep on an uncomfy couch, to be in the same room as Blaine and thus feel some level of sanity. Sigh. I can't wait to be home.


Please, stop in and say hi. Company totally rocks.