I've been home only for a few hours, I'm totally fried, and I can't sleep. The fact that my asshole neighbors are setting off fireworks does not help. What the fuck is wrong with them? I've called the police several times but they've yet to catch the bastards.
My house is in disarray from Stephanie moving out some of the furniture while I was in Orlando. It's a neat opportunity to redecorate, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little weird. Everything just feels so... unsettled. Combine that with the obvious need to replace most of the carpet and I just feel like things are in a perpetual state of upheaval. I'm trying to accept that there's nothing I can do about it tonight, so I can sleep.
Catherine brought out her fake Christmas tree and put it up almost immediately after we got back. It still needs to be decorated, of course, but it already goes a long way toward saying, "The holidays are here, and this is a warm and friendly place." It's exactly what I need here.
OK, the mini-Epcot show is over... I'm gonna have another go at the sleeping thing.