...and I must be lonely.
Not really--I just got the Matchbox 20 song lyrics stuck in my head as soon as I typed the post title.
No loneliness here; I just can't sleep. We're leaving in the morning for Charleston, and I never sleep well before a trip. I'm excited but nervous at the same time--I'm looking forward to spending time with Bradley, but this is the first time we've been away from home without Aniston. I know she'll be fine (Who am I kidding? She won't be fine, she'll be having the time of her life with the great grandparents!), but still.
I've been mapping out our trip for days now because I'm a planner, and that's what planners do...even when it drives their husbands crazy. We're supposed to tour a jail tonight that's said to be haunted. I don't believe stuff like that, but I want to see the jail for the history of it, and this tour is the only way to get inside. Now, though, I'm wondering--what if it is haunted, and what if my scoffing attracts ghosts?
And that, friends, is why no one should think (or blog) at 3 in the morning. Irrational thoughts are all over the place.
So, here I am, thinking about ghosts and wondering if I should cancel the tour when I should really be sleeping. I need to get up early to pack because even though I swore my bags would be ready before I went to bed, they weren't.
I'm assuming B already knows I won't be ready to leave at the time we're supposed to. After 6 years and 364 days of marriage, surely he's learned that much. Ha!