Instead of a weekend of gardening and landscaping and bike riding and chuck-it throwing and BBQ hosting, we've been hunkered down in the house. We still hosted a BBQ last night (fun!), but no one could go outside. Gah. Gross.
I took two Tylenol PM Friday and Saturday night to fall asleep, as the wind surely would have kept me awake. Probably not the brightest idea after 5 mojitos and two glasses of wine on Saturday night, but whatever. I wouldn't have slept without it. I woke up a few times, thinking that the giant north-facing window in our bedroom was going to be blown in.
This is nuts. DJ and I are both pacing inside the house wondering what the heck to do with ourselves today. Read? Going to the gym will only kill a few hours. Go shopping? Meh. Study up for Europe? Finish the last panel of curtains for the kitchen?
Darn it. This sucks.