And also weirdly nervous for some reason. I think I have really high expectations for this trip, because I keep thinking it might be the last big trip with the kids, and that’s causing anxiety. I just want it to be a lovely memory for them.

It’s amazing how little I sleep nowadays. I sleep more during the day than I do at night, so my family thinks I sleep a lot, but I really don’t. I can’t even blame it completely on the cancer. I’ve always been a shitty sleeper, and it got way worse after menopause.

It’s storming right now, and I love it.

It’s 1:52 am for the record, and I am wide awake. Can’t get comfortable either. These fake tits are terribly uncomfortable. And I can’t sleep on my left side due to lack of lymph nodes/lymphedema risk. So I toss and turn all night.

I feel like I’m forgetting something. I have all the lists going, but I still can’t clear my head.

I guess I’ll try this sleeping thing again. But first, memes:

Oh and yesterday’s selfie:

I guess I can always sleep in the car, right?