Grief is so strange, at times. I’m exhausted, awake at 1:30am my time after working a long week, but I don’t really want to sleep. I just spent the last 2 hours putting together some new furniture I bought for the TV room, and this was after I’d gone to bed and watched TV for a while. I can’t explain why I’m avoiding sleep, but once I am asleep I won’t want to get out of bed in the morning.
I’ve been spending money I really shouldn’t on new furniture that I don’t technically need but that does make the house look better. I get a momentary rush of excitement and happiness at having put the furniture together and at how nice it looks only to realize a short time later that I’m sad Sara isn’t ever going to see it in our house.
I’m considering doing some painting of the walls soon.
I hear my snoring dogs on the bed next to me, so I think I’m going to give in and sleep for the night – I have another piece of furniture to put together tomorrow.