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I forgot to post what I did yesterday, too.
I actually spent most of it peeling Sam off the ceiling. :lol: And when he came down, I spent it in peace and quiet, because he was zonked out.
He was wondering why he was so damn tired, too. Had to explain to him that he's spent the last 1 1/2 years in "fight or flight" mode because of his job. Now he's going to start a new job, and all that anxiety-producing adrenalin is now suddenly being dumped out of his system, and his body is ready to collapse.
It's like he spent the past 18 months on a daily dose of crank, and suddenly stopped. Of course he's going to be wrung out.
I'm waiting for the inexplicable depression to set in.
In the meantime, today, I'm going to be a good girl, and get that short finished.
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