Shortly after finishing up this blog this morning, I headed back to bed. Franky met me at the bedroom door and bump into me so I inadvertently hit the light switch and flooded the bedroom with light momentarily. So much for sneaking back in to the room undetected. After much adjusting and wiggling down into the covers I finally got to a point where I felt like I might be able to recapture that elusive little guy, the sandman. Just as I was drifting off, Doug got up and stumbled out of the room, the light had woken him and my maneuvering had jostled him enough that he was up for a while. My favorite rodent started to stir from his despair ridden lair, with thoughts of taking off for another run on the wheel of worry insomnia. I said a prayer, blessed my staggering spouse and told the rat to go to hell. I had lovely traveling dreams and woke up 2 pounds lighter many hours after laying back down.
Doug is putting up Christmas decorations for the first time in 7 years and I am making coffee for enemas this morning. It does sound very exciting but I am looking forward to opening up mu portal vein so that my liver can detox and truth be told I also am going for the little buzz of the caffeine. It may be not every ones cup of tea (or coffee) but it is making me happy to think about adding this point of self care to my check list this morning. Hold the cream and sugar, let's get this thing done, oops got to let it cool....
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