Eight Days to 60

Day Three
July 23

Bedtime by 11PM.  

Okay.  So - what happened was....took a massive nap this afternoon after a stressful night of broken sleep.  

Sidebar: Hey Kids - and by kids, I refer to any and everyone with living parents - when you are traveling and your parent, especially your Mother, requests you check in to let her know you reached your destination safely, just fucking do it.  At least send a text.  Damn, the woman suffered stretch marks, maybe even an episiotomy for you or maybe she competed and submitted a shit-ton of paperwork, no matter the circumstance involved in your arrival,  take 90 seconds out of your social media surf time and let a mother know your inconsiderate ass arrived intact.
Thank you.

Where was I? Yes, broken sleep.  After a night of touch and go zzzz's  I made my way to the zero gravity chair and tilted up for a little respite.  90 mites later Cole roused me from slumber for his overdue second walk of the day.  

Now, it's 95 degrees out there so while a stroll around the quarter acre homestead isn't exactly a hike in Runyon Canyon, it's will knock the crap out of you when the humidity matches the temperature.  This time the living-room recliner beckoned - nap #2 lasted less than one hour but between the two cumulative minutes of snooze time, I'm still claiming a "W" as I crawl into bed before 1AM.

After all, tomorrow brings another opportunity to get it right.