There was this crazy night where I proofed/waited for proofing/proofed/waited for proofing/proofed for FORTY-EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT (with like, a two and half hour nap) that happened beginning Friday morning and ending Sunday at 7 a.m.

See haggard-ass video blog here (The one where I finished my Sunchips, all but one crumb.):

I slept a few hours until 11? Noon? Until my family showed up for the Father’s Day celebration and it the house was overflowing with laughter and people talking over each other. It’s been great seeing Mom and Dad so happy in their new house. Tina sang songs and we all ate Joe’s bbq and my cupcakes (into which I baked SIXTEEN TABLESPOONS OF BUTTER instead of SIX. I was a little distracted.) and then Daniel, Rachel and I came back to watch the Treme finale and my sister and I cried on the couch, completely unprepared for the Katrina flashbacks.

Never thought watching people watching the storm on the news would hit the heart so hard. We were instantly catapulted back to That Day. Ugh. That was some heavy.

I slept finally, come midnight.

It’s Tuesday now and I’m still reeling. My brain chemistry is tweaked and my body is tired, dammit.

But yesterday was the longest day of the year. And everything is just getting started.