I talked to Owen this morning and he sounded better but not quite himself. He told me that he did take his medicine last night and that I should tell Boppy that. And so I have. He also asked if I could bring him some watermelon today and I said I would. I'm going into town later and can easily do that for him. That boy loves watermelon.
I'm a mess today. I couldn't get to sleep until almost one, fretting in my mind about this upcoming trip and about Owen being sick and just the regular crazy shit I worry about. You have your list, I have mine. And I'm not going to go into all of the dark corners of my cobwebby brain here, I'll just admit that I'm tired and feeling childish and indecisive.
Anyway, I am going to go get a massage this afternoon which in and of itself is bizarre because when was the last time I did that? But I am. And maybe that will be a good thing.
We shall see.