Lazy Sunday
I got 13 hours of sleep last night. That’s right, you read correctly - THIRTEEN! That is unheard of, unless I am horridly ill. A flu or some such badness.
Yesterday just after dinner, I went upstairs to do some email reading, and I was just struck with the absolute worst case of “must sleep now” that I have experienced in awhile. I left my contacts in and climbed into bed fully dressed. I was out like a light in probably 2 seconds.
And the sleep was that good, hard, super-dream-filled sleep that is just impossible to rouse from. I did manage to get up about 3 hours later and take out my contacts before they fused permanently with my eyeballs, however.
This morning I got up feeling more refreshed and relaxed than I have in a great long while. Wow!
I’m roaring to get some writing done today, but it is foggy and drizzly outside. Just the kind of day for snuggling by the fire watching really silly tv shows. Like that new reality show on BBCA about restaurants. I’m obsessed with both the English and American version of Gordon Ramsay’s show…where he goes into a restaurant tastes their terrible food and observes their disgusting kitchen. Yes, I love it, love it, love it.
Anyway, my day to write up a storm turned into nothing but relaxing. I’m sure I’ll fit some writing in soon…because I need to…but I’m enjoying my lazy Sunday too much right now.