I could not fall asleep last night. I tossed and turned and even kicked Teddy out of the bed because I just could not relax and go to sleep. Part of it stemmed from the fact that I had a late cup of coffee yesterday, but the other reason is I am anxious about going on my vacation. I don't even know why I feel like this. I don't have anything that is pressing that I need to accomplish before I leave town, but it feels weird to get a week and a half off from work. I wish I could get more excited, but I just can't. I keep feeling like something bad is going to happen (Storm Chris is not doing me any good). Maybe it is because I am going to be spending five days with my dad and we are sure to get into some sort of argument about politics or some other nonsense. I think I will declare a truce and we will just avoid topics that we disagree on. Hmmm, after pondering this it leaves my father and I to talk about the weather (not global warming), and gardening. Should be fun.