As we continued to accomplish house tasks today, my man outside and I inside, we began to feel less and less interested in going on our miniature vacation. Its length was continuously decreasing, and we were growing more tired, the more we accomplished. And so, in the end, my man went to my uncle’s tonight, and he will go pick up the old car from San Antonio tomorrow morning, and then head back here.
He and I both agreed that it would take less time as a whole, if he just went on his own. And I’ve just been so tired, I couldn’t even muster up the will to plan out clothes and such to be able to go stay somewhere else. Especially so, if I were staying only a single night there.
My vacation plans had paled in comparison to the idea of actually getting things done and getting to rest and do nothing else off and on at home. And, somehow, picking up the car had become a stress point for me. I am very excited about this old car. But I was getting very stressed about picking it up and all that that entailed. Perhaps it was the number of times my man brought up the possible costs for the various towing options, and the time limit of each rental option, and the stress all of that induced. Perhaps it was that we were now having to deal with arranging with someone else’s schedule (a schedule which we didn’t even know). I think it was both, but also the stress of having to have plans now. The whole point of this trip, to me, was to go somewhere with no plans but to hang out. Sure, we could go walking and hiking if we felt like it. But we also just could stay at the house and lounge together. We could exercise when we wanted, wake when we wanted, and sleep when we wanted. And we even mostly could leave when we wanted. But that wasn’t the case anymore.
So, here I am at nearly three AM, going to bed in my own bed. Well, on the mattress I am testing out to see if I want to keep… at home. I have no alarm or required time for me to wake, and no one I must contact at any particular time tomorrow. And my man is going to come home with a cool new old car, hopefully darn close to when I get up (given that it is so late right now, and I just let the dog out). Hopefully, we can go to Church together in the evening, as he needs to be back by then to be able to turn in the trailer rental on time for the 24-hour rental (turned into the same location where he picked it up before leaving town this evening, which made it the cheapest option among them all).
I am grateful to my man for handling this all on his own. And I am happy to be home tonight. I just would have gotten too stressed being away this weekend.
Dear God, please, keep my man safe and healthy and well. Grant him safe travels this weekend especially, and bring him safely home to me and the dog. Thank you for this weekend. Please, help all our cars to heal, too, that we use them to pursue and fulfill your will. In your name, we pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2023
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