Storm Tonight – Photo: L. Weikel
Paying the Price Tonight
I ended up not having a lick of trouble falling asleep last night, despite my enthusiastic ingestion of cacao. But wow – the toll of only sleeping four hours or so has kicked in big time as I try to write an intelligible post. I’m sure my fatigue is exacerbated by my very late night (early morning) post written on Saturday night.
And I’ll confess, we binge-watched the last four episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale tonight.
It was worth it.
But as a result, I’m falling asleep here at the keyboard. Snoozing at the switch. Drifting into La-la-land.
It’s always great to sleep in your own bed, no matter how dreamy the ‘away game’ circumstances. Yet I’m obviously going to have to claw and shove my way under the covers tonight because, as soon as I got home, I was joyously received by all the beasts – and it’s almost as if they’re taking turns to make sure I don’t flee the premises again.
They really know how to make a girl feel loved.
Karl’s not bad at that either, I might add (wink).
And with that, I’m off to bed.
(T-831)