Feeling terribly drained (still), and have had a full-ish weekend, which isn't doing much to undo the drainage.
Friday night went to a silent auction I go to every year for the last 14. In fact, the very first one I attended, I came home and that's when my first marriage went belly up and imploded. So for me, it's the anniversary of the decimation and devastation I went thru... AND SURVIVED, as well as a nice evening out, even if I don't see my aunt (who invites me every year) much as she volunteers her time for the event.
The event is about 45 minutes (to an hour) away from my home, and that's small potatoes regarding me and driving, but given the high speed near-collision of a few weeks ago, I had a lot of trepidation making that trip to Jersey. Going there was no problem, but at 11 p.m. when the event finally ended, making that trip home, alone, in the dark, unnerved me. At one point I was trembling. Not sure if it was over caffeination, nerves or if I caught a momentary chill. Luckily I got home in one piece.
I'm now wondering if driving with bifocals/progressives is the smartest thing to do. I need to check with my uncle (who's an optician) about this. I am convinced it messes with my depth perception.
Anyway, yesterday we did nothing but hang out and nap. And today I have plans to meet a friend for brunch, of which I'm regretting making those plans because I just can't convince myself to get dressed. But I need to. But part of me is reluctant because I know the moment I leave the house for brunch, my day will be shot. Hang out w/friend until about 3 or 4, then come home, pick up husband for dinner and a movie, and before you know it, evening will be here, and Monday, dreaded Monday will be right around the corner.
Time to wash my ass and get dressed. I need to get out of the house. It's like I'm in a battle of wills... WITH MYSELF. WTF.
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