With a capital H

We went out and celebrated the fact that the whole dealership deal is behind us, and I think I may have taken my celebrating to a whole new high - in fact, I was just that. UGH. I apparently drank a little too much, and this morning, I suffered like I haven't in years. YEARS, I tell you. I am so much smarter than that. Or at least, I thought I was. I don't remember drinking all that much to be honest with you. No more than any other Friday night on the town, but it really hit me hard. Maybe because it has been so long since I have been out...but anyway, lesson learned, AGAIN.

So the day was already off to a bad start, and sort of went down hill from there. I had to get up, get my brains functioning, and get to the bank. I had to deposit all of Bill's funds from the sale of the property and the business, and they had to go into different, varying accounts. I had to write checks, HUGE checks, the kind that you can't get all the words onto the line....you know. Where your are SQUEEZING in the 96/100. And since I am not accustomed to writing checks of that caliber, it was a little nerve wracking. Then I had to deliver the written checks to Bill. Then, finally back home to lay my sick stomach and pounding head back down for an hour or so. I felt a little better after that, and I could at least carry on with my day. Which then included shopping, oh joy, and a visit with my mom. She was, at least, looking way better than she has in a very long time, and I enjoyed the time I got to be with her very much. It was the official Mother's Day visit, as tomorrow, I will be on the road for a good part of the day.

Now, we just got home, I have packed nothing, NOTHING. And I can't. I am going to lay down and gather it all tomorrow, it is just going to have to wait. This week has been one of the hardest in recent memory, and I can't even say why. So much to do, no time to do it. But I can say that all of the waiting and worrying about the sale of business is behind me, and Bill actually looks happy again.

I have begun my quest to give up the cigarettes. I am struggling, and I can't even officially say that I have quit yet, although I have only had a tiny few...I have got to win this fight, but I already know its' going to be an uphill battle all the way. I am so tired of smoking, I'm tired of the smell, the cost, the ashtrays...mostly I'm tired of being chained to it. And I have got to give it up. Why, when I started, all those eons ago, did no one tell me that it would be like this? Would I have listened? Back then, everyone did it. No one said not to, that it was bad for you, or even unhealthy. Common sense has always told me it was, but the addiction is so strong. I'm hooked, with a capital H. Wish me luck, I'm sure I'm going to need it.

Have a happy weekend. :)