When Naps Attack

You don't realize just how much you sleep on your left side until you can't sleep on your left side any longer. Guess which side I have discovered I primarily sleep on?

We got home at 2:30 AM. After a great deal of tossing, turning, and wincing, I managed to find a position with my arm crooked under my head to sleep in, and passed out until morning-10:00 local time, 7:00 island time. Three hour time difference is a bitch. But, I got to have some quiet down time with both my father and my mother separately, which is often preferable to the talking over each other and bad-tempered sniping that happens when no one in the house has slept much. Let me put my family in perspective for you; I am the quiet, patient one. I'll let you dwell on that a moment.

You heard me boys.

A refreshing shower and some clean clothes later I was feeling human enough to have lunch with the love of my life. 

Meet Dan Fryling: patriarch of the Fryling family, the smartest, most handsome, cleverest, almost tallest (I think you have maybe an inch on him Addison) strongest, handiest, best man in the whole world. He also just happens to be my grandfather. 

No one resists that smile. NO ONE. 

Over lunch and small talk we assured ourselves that the other one is doing ok and that we continue to adore the living daylights out of one another. I don't think its always possible to convey depth of feeling in words, but if I am compelled to try, I would say that the love I have for my grandfather and that he has for me surpasses all doubt and consequence. No power in the 'verse could stop it, and in the entirety of my life he has only been angry with me twice. They were short lived but memorable experiences. I am lucky enough to have his eyes, his ability to build and improvise, and his temperment. If only I had inherited the height as well...

Oh well. I would be unstoppable if I were tall, let the world count it's blessings. 

After a quick visit to the optometry where my mother works to say hello to the Doc (my mother's best friend and my mentor/rival/third parent) and Vicki, I moseyed home for a bit of a rest. Walking the streets of my home town again is the closest I can come to time travel, and I always find it sweetly nostalgic. It's not true what they say- you can always go home. 

I told myself it would only be an hour's nap. I would feel better, I could unpack, get some work done. I lay my weary head to rest at 3 in the afternoon. 

My mother shook me awake at 7 in the evening wondering if I wanted pizza or chinese for dinner. 

Damn. 

But, alls well that ends well. We have the best pizza anywhere here in Vicksburg, and I actually ate two whole slices, which for me of late is just an insane amount. We played a rousing game of Kingsburg, mom and I made sewing project plans for while I'm here, and then we spent 15 minutes crankily arguing about how we were going to allot our time for the next few weeks. I made brownies and ice cream for everyone, and now we're all headed to dreamland. Well, they are, I'm still trying to wrestle my body into obedience, which is why I'm up typing away at this. 

Speaking of allotting time, we'll be going to the cabin Up North for a week on the 4th, so expect my updates to be sporadic for a while, and I might not be available on messenger. I'll make sure everyone knows I'm not dead though, and I'll take lots of pictures. 

I miss you guys. I wish I could have brought you all with me. We need Star Trek transporters, stat.

Good night my friends. Dean out.