Yesterday I was so tired I thought I might just drop. I was supposed to go to the New Beverly for night #2 of the Wright Stuff film fest, a super-cool festival of double features chosen by Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead). Last night was Flash Gordon and Danger Diabolik!, two of my favorite good-bad movies. Timothy fucking Dalton was to be there, in person. I really, really wanted to go! And I was invited to cover it for blogging.la — perfect!
Except, I didn’t even trust myself to drive the three miles to the theater. Seriously. Let alone to be personable and to stay awake through a double feature and Q & A. So I had to ask the group if someone else could cover it for me (Markland stepped in, because he is awesome like that).
So I missed out on a cool event and some Mama time. As rejuvenating as being away from the family for a few hours can be, I had to skip it. And I will tell you, I was terrified that Sam would keep me up all night again. I considered sleeping on the couch.
Bedtime went perfectly well, following a nice healthy dinner of popcorn. (Yes, for all three of us. Shut up.) I curled up on the sofa with my sewing (I am hand-stitching the binding of the lap quilt, the last thing to be done before I wash it and send it on its way) and Will came up and played God of War on the PS2. I was asleep by 9:30 or so, and woke up when he turned the game off at 10:30. I decided to come to bed, and Sam only came looking for milk once in the night.
Today I am feeling pretty fantastic, as you might imagine.