1:00 am

At night we light the candles and climb into bed and both of us are sleeping within ten minutes of setting our heads on the pillow. Maybe it's because we are tired, or maybe it's because our addiction to Curb Your Enthusiasm is having more of an impact than we expected, after all, he is retired. 

I want to be retired today. Mostly because I have to pack and run approximately 500 errands for our trip down south to a gorgeous acidic chemical plant. We are leaving tomorrow in a "that there's an RV" to start work on Saturday working 24 hours a day for ten days. I will be sneaking between a hotel room and the rv to be with Ronald when he has to work nights, I want to pretend I'm a secret agent and spray some evil looking person with spent acid but that is very immature. I need to use this time to write and relax. It's hard to use this as a vacation when I know Ron is going to be working his booty off amidst mud, greasy ladders, and other depressing sundries. 

In other news, Isabelle has been refusing to wake up in the morning because she is way behind on her beauty sleep. She takes up 1/3 of the bed every night, leaving me sandwiched between her and Ron with no room to move. She has quite a long mustache at the moment which makes her look very regal, if you forget she is a girl, and we took her to the vet and found out she has cooties...hehehe