Author: Sara

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I slept so poorly last night that I felt like a zombie all day. This is funny (or not so funny) because Tom has what I believe is sleep apnea so he should be the one sleeping terribly…which he does except his manifests in tossing and turning, flailing, snoring, choking, and talking which in turn keeps waking me up.

There was one time that I was reading to Merle in our bed and he was already asleep because he had to get up really early.

Anyway, he was snoring and exhaled with a little wheeze and choking sound then Merle looked at me with huge eyes and asked, “did he just die?” which sounds totally morbid, but he actually didn’t inhale again for 20 seconds (I counted), and that was accompanied a huge flail of every limb as his body panicked.

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I registered for school this week. I’m both equal parts excited and scared. It’s been a VERY long time since I have done any type of schooling and I sometimes wonder if my brain is up to it. The last time I was in school I lived with roommates and went to the bar 3x a week.

My biggest concern back then was whether I would be too hungover for work or classes the next morning. A lot has changed and it is making me nervous.