Sleep comes like a drug in God's country

Picture: Chicago River! This was from my and Dan's 1st anniversary trip to Chicago. I made the mistake of wearing flip-flops. (Now I'm the proud owner of Crocs. They'll accompany me on our next trip.) We went to the aquarium and ate at Cheesecake Factor and had real, Chicago style hot dogs. Except we put ketchup on them, so they weren't really at all. Um, notice the picturesque familiarity of the Wilco album Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.

Sa-Tur-Day. Let's say it together. "Saturday." A day for, laundry yes, but for all other intents and purposes, a day to sleep in, relax and go to church. Last night I fell asleep watching t.v. at 10:30 and slept until a 9:00. Ah, a full ten and a half hours of glorious, uninterrupted sleep. (Which I think was much needed because I slept in every day this week.)

Last night, on a whim, Dan and I went out to eat for Mexican food and had a good talk about life in general and Dan explained, in depth, the movie Psycho to me. (That movie sounds messed up in the most weird mental way and I have no desire to ever see it.) After supper, we decided to "kill some time" at Target and came out with $60 less in our checking account. (In our defense, we bought towels, pillows and a bookshelf...all of which we needed desperately!)

Next week is going to be refreshing and awesome. My boss will be gone for two days, I'm planning a steady gym routine, I have an awesome book I'm reading, my in-laws will be in Mexico and I'm just plain excited for the week to start. Oh - PLUS me and Dan get to go to Macaroni Grill...we're celebrating Valentine's Day early because Jessie (Dan's sister) will be with us on the actual day.

I'm reading more and more of Fearless and wanted to include a few more quotes in this post - mostly for my benefit of going back and looking at them - but I don't have my book with me. So I'll just double up next time...