Waking up this morning . . . oh wait, I didn't have a morning . . . Don gave my toe a shake at 12:30 p.m. letting me know it was, well, 12:30. Where did my morning go? Baffling. I don't remember ever sleeping over 12 hours.
By 4 p.m. I was still struggling with the surprise of so little left of the day. Dinner was leftovers. An Agatha Christie is on the tube. Even my reading was abbreviated today. Okay. Tomorrow I start over again.
What do you think happened today?
ReplyDeleteCompletely clueless. But I was awake immediately and didn't feel like I was run over by a truck. I guess I just needed it.
DeleteYour body must have really needed the sleep. And I find it's always best to give it what it wants
ReplyDeleteNo doubt, my friend.
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