My Life as a Novel

Journey Groups (small groups at our church) are taking a break for a few weeks. So we all decided that on Sunday evenings for the in-between time we're going to go out to eat together after we tear-down. They're calling this "After Hours" and last night we all ate together at Zaxby's.

And then after that, I discovered all the hours that are between the hours of Sunday night and Monday morning. You know how you go to sleep on Sunday night and wake up and - voila! - Monday morning?

Not so for me. Not last night at least. I laid in bed for an hour or so and tossed and turned. I could tell Kyle wasn't really able to rest, so I finally took my pillow and a blanket and headed for the couch. I turned on the TV, thinking that something brainless would lull me right to sleep. Once again, not so. I finished three episodes of the Gilmore Girls. It was almost 2 AM. I turned the TV off and just laid there. For over two hours. Wide awake.

Zaxby's tea should come with a warning label! And since it doesn't, here's my warning: Don't drink two glasses of it if you want any rest at all. I mean, I've had Starbucks coffee closer to bedtime and gotten more rest than I did last night!

Also, random aside. A lady in my office just touched my butt. So uncomfortable. Granted, she was just commenting about the bird that is embroidered on my pocket, but ... still. Inappropriate.