Sleep is good

I slept like a rock last night. Except all the times my honey woke up snuffling and coughing, because I woke up each time. But it was a groggy-fell-asleep-again waking. And we got to sleep in today (well, I did). It was the first time since I moved up that Jay didn't have to be at work for 5 or 6 am, and I always get up with him to send him off. He usually only gets home at 8 pm or so, it makes for a really long day for him. And for me too, since I don't have a job right now.

It's kind of hard to fill an entire day if you're me and feel guilty about sitting around. I also feel guilty about sleeping, because I know Jay can't do that, and I don't really want to be awake for hours after he goes to bed. So I've been doing a fair amount of cleaning and mending, and some tv-watching (surprise! I haven't done this since last time I had a roommate, and was supposed to be either working on my grad class homework or singing). Although it should be nice and relaxing, I actually find being on vacation rather stressful. I need things to keep my brain occupied.

Although wrestling with the bloody sewing machine for a couple hours yesterday didn't calm me down very much. I wish it was up-to-date enough to have warning lights when things go wrong, instead of just sewing all weird (wrong thread tension, I still had it set for quilting when I was mending jeans), or not fitting the material under the presser foot (the damn thing worked itself loose and fell off without telling me). I like sewing, but not when it's horribly frustrating. Then I just want to kick the sewing machine in the shins. I do not deal well with small irritations.

Did I mention that I love being here with my honey? Because that makes up for everything.