We got home around noon today and as much as I hate leaving either of my children, I sure was glad to get back here. I haven't been home in quite a while; and not home a single day last week as I was always out doing something. Tomorrow I plan on getting up early, going to pay bills, and then coming home and not leaving the house again. I can't wait. I'm very much a homebody. :)
I wanted to touch on something that I talked about in the other day's post--about the sense of doom I'm feeling: I'm really not depressed. Or if I am it sure is hiding well. I've been through depression more than once in my life and this feels nothing like that. I'm actually quite happy, and as I mentioned, everything seems to be going right in my life. I just can't figure out this feeling. I don't know where it's coming from. Anyway, don't be worried about me. Pray for me, but don't worry about me. :)
I can't wait to clean my house tomorrow, and maybe even do some raking. Actually I KNOW I'll rake some, because that chore always leaves me relaxed, and I could certainly use some relaxation right now.
I finished the Twilight series tonight. Book four got VERY weird for me (as if reading books about a human that falls in love with a vampire isn't weird enough) but as a whole, the series was great. And again, the guy that plays Edward--Rob Pattinson...WOW!
Those books were, I believe, the cause of some very vivid (non-vampire related), strange dreams. Everyone that I've talked to who have read the books say that they had strange dreams, too. My dreams weren't nightmares, just very detailed and interesting. Pretty amazing what a book can do do one's mind. I'm just happy the dreams were good and not scary. :)
Marshall is watching True Grit for the 7,000th time. I must go and bash the tv in now.