Sometimes, you count your lucky stars when you finish a weekend like this.
Saturday we went to the funeral of my best friend's dad.
After the funeral we drove for an hour to see a friend. He is a quadriplegic. We went bowling. I lost to him.... When we got home at 1 am, I sighed, glad my drowsy self had made the drive safely. I went into my 370* bedroom and decided to open my window. The thing with wood windows is that they are usually hard to open. Other times, though, they may just fly open at the slightest pressure, nearly shearing the top of your finger off completely. OWWWIE! I cried for a long time- loudly.
Sunday we got up early and drove 2 hours to go river rafting. The river is LOW. and there were a lot of rocks to get stuck on.
At one point Sebastian got out to push us off a rock and didn't make it back in. We actually ended up running him over when the raft went over another rock and he had no choice but to go under the raft. The view from the inside of the raft was scary. He swears he was no more hurt than the scratch on his arm. Sometimes he's just macho, but maybe he is telling the truth. Just after that we got hung up sideways on a rock and dumped my 19 year old niece. She floated a long time before she was able to make it to the river bank- and waited even longer for us to get off the rock. Some of us were a little traumatized.
Again, I was glad when my sleepy self made it safely to our driveway.
I may just stay in my pj's all day and refuse to go anywhere or do anything. I need some time to recover.