How do I know when I'm tired?
When I have woken up three days in a row with the same thought:
I think I'll take a nap instead of working out today.
I haven't, and I won't, but for some reason nap time is my first thought.
It's a mountain and the top will be reached on Saturday when Eddie gets back from vacation.
Or when I give up and move to Mexico.
I can habla...a little.
Besides if I moved to Mexico I would do what my workers do here.
They refuse to learn English and demand that YOU learn Spanish.
So not happening.
Until then I will just continue to get weirder.
I took this picture a couple of days ago of one of the new kittens climbing my leg...