Another 3:30am start. Again.
This time, it wasn’t anxiety or a loud noise—just my brain deciding, “Nope, we’re awake now.” On the bright side, I did finally get the WordPress app working again. That little tech win actually lifted my spirits.
I moved over to the travel trailer to start packing and writing my checklist. I wanted to hit the road mid-afternoon so I could get to my destination before dark. Spoiler: I didn’t.
In true ADHD fashion (and I say this with love), I got distracted. By a squirrel. Literally. It triggered my security cam and set off the light. No joke, no metaphor—just an actual squirrel doing squirrel things.
Tried to go back to bed. Sleep laughed in my face. I might’ve dozed off for 20 minutes before 7:30am rolled around and I gave up.
The day itself was a blur. I wasn’t in a bad mood, but my body kept dropping random waves of nausea. Fun! I slowed everything down and just kept putting one foot in front of the other.
I finally made it to my new spot at 8:20pm. Didn’t bother with full hookups—just plugged in, cleared some space, grabbed a quick shower… and then? Cocktail time. I cracked open the fruity rum I made weeks ago. It aged perfectly.
The funny part? It felt warmer there even though the temperature was exactly the same. Maybe it’s the anticipation of the next seven days being a lot. Or maybe it’s just my body refusing to cooperate again.
It’s past midnight. I’ve been awake for 20 hours. Still not tired.