I have been having so much sleep lately. I will nap all day, off and on, and then I will sleep all night. I’m still waking up at 5 am or 5:30, as usual, but, as I said, I’m sleeping all day.

It kind of worked out today, though. Rob was having another bout of insomnia (it happens sometimes – most nights he’s in bed between 11 pm and 1 am, but last night he couldn’t sleep and was up all night) so when I came barreling downstairs at 5 (“I GOTTA PEE, YO!”) he was still up, noodling around. We’ve been trying to get the house super-clean, with nothing on the floor that any dogs we happened to have in the house would find particularly chomp-worthy, and he’d been working at that all night (in between bouts of reading and computery stuff). I took my pills, put on some laundry, and sat down to get my knit on. At around 7 am, we went and showered, and then I peer pressured him into going out to run errands. He was finally at the point where he was tired.

First I dragged him to a local diner for breakfast (nothing on their menu is above $10. And their Wednesday lunch special is corned beef and cabbage for $5.79. This is my kind of place). Then we went to Canadian Tire and bought our tent. Which we found out was on sale – it was supposed to be $150 but it rung up at half that. Score! So we added a new air mattress to our loot, and some spray sealant, because that’s how we roll.

Next on the agenda was me completely blindsiding my husband. I was driving, so when we pulled up in front of the haircut place, he didn’t notice at first. Or maybe he thought I was just parking for my health. But no. No, I dragged him inside. Now, before you get the wrong idea, he has been kicking around the idea of getting a haircut (he gets about six inches hacked off at the beginning of summer every year, and that’s it. He just lets it grow for the rest of the year, and wears it in a ponytail most of the time. And it always takes him weeks of hemming and hawing before he gets up the nerve to go in for his annual trim) for the past two months. So once he had scoped out all the exit signs, and I made it clear to him that he wouldn’t be using any of the exits until he had been in the chair for at least five minutes, off he went with the hairdresser. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I could see him. He made all kinds of gestures toward his head, then closed his eyes and held on for dear life.

And came out looking like this:

I ABSOLUTELY EFFING LOVE IT. I still keep peeking at him and being all “OOOOOH!”… it’s a big change, but it’s a *good* change, I think.

Nota Bene: The beard will be getting a trim as soon as he wakes up from his “nap”.