Honey,
You've been gone all of three days. For the most part it has just been busy. Like any other work week. We've been able to chat nearly daily in bits and pieces. Nothing unusual with any of that ... with the exception of last night.
Do you remember last deployment's first accident? I believe I waited a good month before I ate shit @ the gym. And another good month after to fall down the entire flight of stairs into our basement, while on the phone with you no less. (I just realized that no only did I miss that brilliant blogging opportunity but I MISSED THAT BRILLIANT EXAMPLE OF MY DAY-TO-DAY CLUMSINESS!)
Oh no. You read between the lines didn't you? There was another accident.
Last night I decided to relocate my bedside lamp from one side of our to the exact opposite, so it could act as an indirect night light. I have been freaking out over the most bizarre shadows coming in through our arched skylights. This hasn't been a problem the entire year in this house, including my odd sleep schedules that did not always involve you. The creativity my brain takes while you are gone.
While swiftly walking from the one corner of the bedroom to the other I suddently found myself on my rump on the floor. ON THE FLOOR. I was gripping the lamp in my left hand and rubbing a killer bump on the top of my head with my right. The first thought through that very sore head was WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?
Oh yes, I somehow forgot that our ceiling slopes drastically from 8 feet to 2. As it has the entire time we have lived here. And ran smack dab into it.
I think we need to install a safety rail in our bedroom. Your Mom says I have to start wearing a helmet to bed.
xoxo
me
