perhaps there is a plus side to being awake until nearly dawn every freaking night anymore. because my phone rang at 0344 last night and i was coherent enough to 1) realize that my phone was ringing and 2) realize that i did actually want to hear from that person. but did i answer it? no, i just lied here and watched it ring. and then i texted this person and asked him wtf he was doing at this hour, calling me. and then he called back and we talked.
he was drunk as a skunk (or pretending to be so, i'm not really sure, because by the end of the conversation, his drunkness was wearing off) and driving to his hotel somewhere in northern iowa. he needed someone to talk to in order to keep him awake. for some reason, i was the chosen one. it didn't bother me. because i'd been wondering if i'd hear from him again after our not-so-fulfulling text conversation a while back and i didn't feel like instigating any contact. but i don't think i'm the only one that has been considering it, given the conversation. i do believe, and i think this came from crusty, that a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts.
but we'll see if he calls when he says he will.
and on to other topics.
i am feeling so much better today. i think a day of nothing but rest and sleep did me wonders. because today i feel like i could take on the world. literally. i want to do stuff today. except it's supposed to rain and storm and blah blah blah, so i think our plans to go to ashville got scrapped. which is too bad, because i was really looking forward to that. but i'm sure there are other things we can do.
i haven't ventured too far off the futon this morning - okay, that's a lie, i haven't moved from the futon in about 9 hours, truth be told - so i don't know how the kiddos are feeling. i'm assuming that girl child #1 went to school as planned because she was feeling better yesterday, but man child and girl child #2 seem to be getting worse instead of getting better. not a lot of point in hauling them off to a local m.d. as it seems to be viral, but you can't help but feel sorry for the little buggars. there's nothing more pathetic than a child with a fever, unless it's a child with a fever wearing pigtails. and if you could have seen girl child #2 yesterday, you'd know exactly what i mean.
just a few more days and then i go home. i don't want to go home. i'm really good at living out of suitcases in someone else's house. anyone else need a houseguest? i'm relatively clean, i stay out of the way, and kids seem to like me. i just don't know if i'm ready to make decisions that need to be made and face the thing that need to be faced. i've gotten kind of spoiled, being gone for so long. and i'm going to miss my little "second family" here so much, leaving will be hard.
i don't want to think about it. i'm getting out of bed now.