My friend, Sunshine, and I, go out to dinner once a month to catch up and get out. Yesterday, she called and we decided to go out tonight – but before dinner, we were going to go donate blood at our local Red Cross center. It had been the requisite 56 days for her; I can’t remember the last time I gave. Appointments were made. I was looking forward to finally giving – my mom {sheepish} works for the Red Cross and always gives me a hard time for not donating {/sheepish} and it’s truly such an easy thing to do to help.
We got there early and read the warnings and laminated booklet with all of the questions – have you been out of the country? have you taken any of these medications? did you ever live in any of the 34 countries? Then signed our names and went to wait.
So there are blood services people who check people in – they take them into little rooms, check their temperatures, verify identity, check iron levels, blood pressure and re-ask all the questions. The rooms are stark; the blood services person I got? …
Failure to give
Longest day EVAH
Daylight savings time = JUNK.
Seriously. I am exhausted, have been for hours. Extra sleep for one night doesn’t equal well-rested, especially when one looks at the clock ALL day thinking, well, it really is an hour later than the clock says…. and the kids wake up at normal time ready to GO.
My mom came over today to hang with the boys for a few hours. My intention was to work on cleaning out my work storage unit to have room for the next set of boxes of files when we clean out files at the end of the year (holy run-on sentence!). And then I thought I would run a couple errands, pick up a new book or twelve, and then head on home at a nice, leisurely pace.
Instead, I went into my office, worked for an hour and a half and called it a day. I don’t know if it was paying work bills, or lack of good food or the sun disappearing behind a sky full of clouds, but I lost my motivation. I came home and haven’t been able to shake the sleepies since.
Matt is in bed, Preston cozy in the chair watching the dreaded Caillou. Of …
