Quarantine Week 3
Well we are doing this y'all!!! We are surviving this. Everyday isn't the best. I had a couple of low days this week, but overall we're hanging in there. I have some things to confess that are going to make you laugh AT me and think, "Good grief. This girl! What a weirdo!" Way back at the beginning, like maybe Week 1, Day 1 or 2- I was having trouble sleeping because I was having really weird dreams. One night I heard someone in our room whisper, "Hey." It sounded like a male voice. It wasn't Doug. He was asleep. I didn't see Andrew, and I didn't think Andrew came in- usually when Andrew comes around, our dog wags her tail at him. Then I had the old imagination run wild- because what was that whispered, "Hey?!" I didn't actually see the dog. I was too afraid to sit up, because if I sat up and looked around I might see her murdered, and see a lunatic laying on the floor in our house. Or . . . what if Doug or Andrew