So far, I’ve gotten my room cleaned. Well, except for DH’s dresser, and I don’t do that. I’m looking at the laundry piled on the sofa like sand on a beach, and thinking, ummm, no, not so much wanting to deal with that just now. What I really want to do is NAP. Considering the length of time it has taken me to type this blog entry, I should probably do just that. Perhaps I will dream of the sunny Caribbean, instead of dreaming that I am actually awake, as I did the other night.
Let me just say this: you know your lack of proper rest is a problem when the insomnia actually haunts your dreams.
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