Work has been hell.  We're trying to get ready for the season to start in eleven days, and we still don't have docks or moorings in the water.  I've been coming home fried every night, I'm lucky if I make it to ten or eleven most nights before crashing.  Or I take a nap after supper.  Or I take a nap and then just head to bed when I wake up.

Grandma had a heart attack on Saturday.  She's okay, but it still scared the crap out of me.  I worry about her.

I was sick Saturday and Sunday with the tummy virus.  My stomach's still not right, but when is that a surprise?

I've been to three docs in three days this week trying to catch up before the season starts.  The dentist left me with a purple cheek.  The toe doc went well.

I work six days this week.

It's time for bed.