MAN!
We've been so stinking t.i.r.e.d. 🥱
Our batteries are so worn out with the strength it needs to just stay alive: we go to bed tired, we wake up tired, we shuffle through the days tired … it's wearying.
The blowing sand here is ridiculous; we should have been long gone from here, but Holland wanted to stay another month and give this landlord a chance to get another renter for this space. But we are so miserable. And really, it is not our responsibility to keep this space rented so the landlord has steady income - we've done our part. It's time to move on.
Provided we can still function 12 days from today 🙏
We need to be able to breathe easy.
We need our energy back.
We will "for sure" be pulling stakes here February 3rd.
This morning, I woke up around 6:30 A.M. … Holland woke up around 8 - or so; we chit-chatted for a bit - but my eyes kept closing (my battery was on the fritz), so I finally said, "I'm going back to bed for a bit; I can't stay awake, and my lungs burn. Sorry."
That was at 10:30 A.M.
I was still snoozing soundly, when Holland joined me at 2:30 P.M.!
I got up again, somewhere around 4 P.M., thinking I'd make Supper and have it ready when Holland's snooze was over.
No go.
My stomach (like Holland's) is so full of sandy mucus that all I wanted to do was hurl (Holland has been hacking, coughing, and spitting for weeks; he sounds like a cat with a hairball & I try not to laugh). Just the thought of preparing food and smelling it while it cooked made my stomach churn.
Supper, as considered, did not happen; if Holland is hungry when he wakes up, I'll make him a sandwich. That, I think my stomach would be okay with.
In the meantime, I worked out a new design … and got busy on the matching dishcloth first:
Holland wasn't hungry when he woke up - and he is always hungry.
Fatigue is very fatiguing.
I think water will be all we ingest, tonight.
