Call it cumulative, but I'm done in. I'm so wrecked I considered going to the E.R. for a transfusion today, but such an ordeal, I'm trying to hold out until my regular appointment on Tuesday. I feel badly because I'm just sitting around with the kids this weekend and I feel like it's been so long since we went anywhere and did anything. Can't remember the last time I invited people over. Thought it would be a fun summer of backyard gatherings, they're not so much work, but nothing.
I was supposed to go to the Newport Folk Festival tomorrow, another thing to miss. The disconcerting part is not remembering what it's like to have the energy to live life. I'm constantly watching the clock to see if it's bedtime yet.
We watched the Olympic opening ceremonies last night and gotta say, I didn't get it. Kids in beds? Dancing doctors? Texting musicals, something about a lost phone? And all great reviews today. I thought it was deadly and just plain odd, and not in the good way. I was hoping to read some fun, scathing reviews today, but I guess I'm in the minority here. And the Teletubby hill was so shabby, they could've grown some better grass than that. And the queen, yikes, what a grump. U.S.A.'s uniforms, boring! What's with the berets? Looked so military, but I suppose that's fitting.