I always say I hate Monday’s cause I sleep horribly the night before. Not sure if it’s cause I know I have to work, or internal anxiety and preparedness but whatever.
So of course I have Monday off for Presidents’ Day, and then sleep horribly that night (last night). Woke up at 2 am panicking. I had britt listen to my heart to make sure it wouldn’t explode. She didn’t think I was crazy and reassured me we are going to grow to be 80 years old together and die in each other’s arms in our sleep. While I doubt I’ll make it that far, she never ceases to amaze me. Even among our sleepless nights.












