Police, parties, & toes

I hosted a Pampered Chef party this afternoon as I do every year. It was nice to see some friends. I am so exhausted before everyone came, desperately tired. This evening I was dragging my feet literally of course and our industrial floor fan jumped out at me, doing in two toes.

My 2 hours of sleep a night aren't doing so well for me right now. They're jam-packed with back-to-back nightmares, typical for the couple months following whenever we lose an officer.

I'm so tired I'm sitting here crying but I dread sleep.