Today was a minor pain day. I got some serious sewing done. I made the blocks for a baby quilt top. I might get it put together yet tonight.
I've been sleeping like crap lately. I woke up at 4 two days ago, and again this morning. It sucks being awake so early. It makes the day seem awfully long.
I'm out of Zyrtec. It's $40 for a refill so I'll have to wait till Thursday at least to get one. I've been sneezing and itching all day, but I just can't justify paying that much for a pill when the finances are tight. I'll be okay. I lived with the allergies before the pills, and I can do it again.
I wish I felt good enough to go to church. However, the claustrophobia kicks in and all those people in such a closed-in space does nothing to help my head. The music is too loud and the microphones don't do much for me, either. Then all these people want to talk to you, and many of them don't understand quiet...not that they're bad people; they're just loud.
We'll probably be seeing in the New Year in a horizontal position, sleeping soundly. I haven't been out on New Year's Eve in years and years. It's just not worth it to take chances with my safety with all the crazy drivers out there coming from and going to bars and stuff. We slept it in last year, too. Maybe it's part of becoming an old fart.
In a month and a day I'll be 46. Yippee.