If I had known there was going to be blood, I would have brought our grocery cart.
This is a photo of Phil sitting on our hotel room balcony in Zakynthos. The poor man spent a lot of time sitting there while I napped, and napped, and napped, and...
|...woke up, rolled over, took a photo, and napped again.|
Our neighbor just asked if he could use our parking space until we get our car. I agreed, and then instantly developed anxiety about it. "Maybe I shouldn't have agreed. Maybe our car will come tomorrow. Maybe we'll never get our parking spot back again." It's a parking spot, assigned to our apartment, for a car we don't even have yet that our neighbor will definitely return when asked. These are the things that keep me up at night.