Haven’t had enough sleep lately. My poor brain is still unused to the fact that I am now sleeping in a new room and keeps waking me up in alarm. Like in the manner of, why am I in this strange room? Who is that snoring next to me? Oh Lord! Wake up!
And then last night, because I didn’t hear the husband snore, I thought he was dead! I woke up and nearly reached over to poke him when I heard his breathing, indicating that he was indeed alive and well.
Ah well. Happy birthday Mr Thick! Love you long long time.
In the meantime, this is what keeps me going on afternoons that are slow and sluggish: