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I got very little sleep, but made it to work at a more leisurely pace without any trouble. I tried to stay busy, but I think everyone has just sort of been hiding lately. I knew we had Mom’s birthday dinner planned, but completely forgot about it when Randy walked up to me and whispered, “pizza.” He wanted to go to Larry’s for lunch, and that sounded good to a hungry me at eight in the morning.
Lunch was great, of course, but I ate too much. The afternoon dragged a bit, and then the drive home was stupendously slow. Summer had a rough day at work, so she was pretty quiet all night. I tried to take Muad’Dib for a run, but he was still tired from yesterday and just barely walked the whole way.
We were visiting Dad when Mom got home, so we made it back to the house and Summer and I met everyone at Brown’s Catfish. Julie, Kevin, and his parents met us there as we pulled in right behind Mom and Dad. Dinner was good, but I had fried fish batter coming out of my eyes and cinnamon roll icing coming out of my ears by the time we left.
Summer got to bed pretty quickly once we got home. I had some big boxes from Vine, but it wasn’t really a ton of stuff. I got that unpacked and then rushed to bed.
You can run, but you’ll only die tired.