Their schedule is completely messed up. They napped all day one day, and today they can’t stay still long enough to fall asleep. The heat, the lightening storms, the driving, the cousins, the family drama… I’m afraid they are feeling it all. Not that I’m not. I’ve spent the most part of the last few days burying myself in a novel (“The Russian Concubine” – misleading title, she’s never a concubine, but a great read anyways). Anthony finally busted me on it this morning, informing me that the world was happening around me and I was ignoring it. I might not have a chemical dependancy, but escapist fantasy literature might be my medication.
Now, with classical music tinkling from my computer, the curtains closed in our budget hotel room and the a/c humming along, maybe nap time will happen today. Maybe not.