Seriously, at about 5pm yesterday, I wondered what I ate for lunch only hours earlier. I could not remember. I settled on the fact that I must not have eaten, but that could not be true, as there was a plate in the sink. Hmmmm. It took me looking in the refrigerator to remember that I ate vegetarian tamales and that they were good. My brain is fried. Fried is a strangely spelled word.
Anyway, it's been a busy week, I guess. I can;t even remember what we've done other than take walks, conduct final walk-throughs for two of my upcoming closings, and try to sleep. And speaking of sleep, Nash is sleeping in his crib in his room. Who-hoo. It was much easier than I thought it would be to transition him over. He needs a humidifier and the humidifier makes my asthma flare up, so separate we must. He's still waking up at about 5 am to eat, so no change there. Having him out of our room was not really at the top of my priority list, but eventually it would have been, so it all worked out.
I have pics but they will have to wait until later, as Nash is not cooperating with my blogging.
Here's a little MJ dancin' for your Friday.
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