Thursday night, I walked out of class. Vanessa walked with me. "Can you believe it?" she said. "Can you believe that we do not have some big project, or a major test, or something due that is driving us crazy?" And I glanced over at her and said, "No. I can't. I'm going home tonight, and I am taking the night off. I am not studying anything at all. Tomorrow, I'm going to clean my house." (It really needed some organizing.) We parted ways, and I came home. True to my word, I did nothing. Tim and I went down to take care of a tenant problem. We did some grocery shopping. I bought him a nice piece of walleye, and some half-n-half for a pot of cream of potato soup. I was in bed a few minutes after 8. The phone rang once, and it seemed as if it were in the middle of the night. Tim answered it from his side of the bed, and I said, confused, "Why's Bill Clinton calling us in the middle of the night?" It was not yet 9, and Tim didn't bother to answer me. It would have been a waste of time, because I had immediately fallen back to sleep.
Friday, I did clean house, change sheets, do laundry, organize things, scrub the bathroom. I did it with a phone pressed to my ear, catching up with an old friend. It feels like forever since we've had time to visit, and it was nice. There was a lot of laughter.
Today, I will work all day, but tomorrow, I have a Sunday off. Tim and I have plans for a lazy day, church and then a trip to pick up some parts to fix his poor deer damaged Mustang. We will take the long way home. Hopefully, I'll be able to stay awake. I really just feel like I could lay down and sleep for a week. Last night, I woke up and my back hurt so badly, I couldn't get comfortable to doze off again. Winter is here. I drove through a sleet storm to get to school yesterday, and it sleeted once again while I was house cleaning. The cold weather really aggravates my bones. But I have Sunday off, and I'll dress warmly, and Tim and I will have a pleasant day, just the two of us. No books. No worries. Just us.