Flat out plumb tuckered right out.
I don't think I've been in bed this early since the fourth grade. And my stitching progress is...dismal...at best. Somebody seems to have unplugged me and then, just to see if I was paying attention, hit me with all of the stupid side effects of this thing of mine all at once.
I feel like I am encased in cement and trying to run a marathon...short of breath, schvitzing like a pudding at a picnic, and feeling like I am doing everything under water, backwards, and in high heels.
But I am so ridiculously happy to be here that a little pain and huffing and puffing isn't going to stop me. Tomorrow is a new day, and I am going to just let it unfold. If I can't walk very fast it will just give me more time to look around, right?
So...night night, dearies. Let's see what adventures await us!