Call Me Crazy

I thought that I'd have all this free time while J is gone.  I figured I'd be posting stuff on here like, all the time! As it turns out there is very little time for anything other than errands and unpacking, organizing, cleaning, keeping everyone fed and safe, and the occasional something fun to pull us all back a few steps from the precipice of I've Had It!.  And sleeping.  Because at the end of a day here Peanuts I am TIRED. 
I've been up before the sun each day, hitting the yoga mat before the Littles rise in order to maintain a semblance of sanity.  And by the time I crawl into bed at the late hour of, oh, say...10pm, I feel like I've been balancing boulders on my head all day.
Which is why I feel so bad for the confused (but perfectly nice) elderly gentleman who had the misfortune of thinking I am Jim.  And calling me- SEVEN TIMES IN A ROW after MIDNIGHT until I finally blurted out "Please.  Please!  I really, really, am not Jim.  I don't know Jim, this is not his number and-its-after-midnight-here-and-I'm-REALLY-TIRED and could you please. Please. Stop. Calling me!"  
There was a long stretch of shocked silence. And then the poor guy went on for several minutes about how the number is a central time zone area code so he just could not fathom how it could be after midnight and he really did think he was calling Jim and do I have his number?  By then I had recovered my senses enough to politely tell him to leave me alone for the love of mercy.  He was apologetic.  And then he blessed me. 
And now I am a big big meany who tells off innocent old people who are perfectly nice and probably still praying for my mean, meany soul. 
But I do have some massive catching up stuff to post on here and I will get to it, I'm hoping, in the next week or so. Before my tired little brain heaves it all overboard in an attempt to preserve it's sinking self.  And before I get hit by lightning or something, since Karma clearly now owes me one. 
Come back around in a bit, guys, I'll have something up.  It might even be something exciting, like how I got hit by lightning, or how Jim showed up and kicked me in the shins for not taking any messages.  Could be interesting.