Home again, home again, jiggity jig. In a very swift change of events..I am back home in Denver. Ohhhhhh the glory of my big fluffy bed. There is nothing, I mean NOTHING like the heavenly decent into the covers of your very own sleep haven. Not to mention the lack of Super 8 sheets...I don't mind it,really. I know its hard to believe, but the Casa de Colstrip was pretty darn easy to bid farewell.
However, its inhabitants..not so much. The husband had to stay behind:( He is getting ready to switch to night shifts. This meaning CRAZY hours and basically no life for either of us. He goes to work around 5pm and gets back about 4:30-5am!!!In order to get the perfect 8 hours of sleep, he makes himself stay up( ie: morning beer and video games, my personal nemesis) till around 8 before he hits the hay. So basically, where does the wife fit? I did it once, and just went looney. Its one thing to stay up all night when you are out on the town; the sun rise comes before you know it and you've just had one wild night. But watching the clock tick 2..3...4am while being ambushed by tv infomercials and bad movies is slow torture. Its just not healthy for me to become a crazy late night owl...literally never leaving the walls of Colstrips finest establishment. I mean, I am pretty adaptable to new surroundings..but all night in the middle of nowhere. Just no good.
So in reverence to both our sanity..I am back home. Hopefully just 10 days or so before my groom joins me once again.
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