It wasn’t even 8 p.m. TT when I went to bed last night. I woke at 11:58 thinking it must surely be time to get up. Nope. I had hours more to sleep. I did that off and on until it really was time to rise and shine. I rose but I’m afraid the shine has kind of worn off.
I’ve felt better today. I think my problem with the queasy innards is gallbladder and not eating my second meal of the day helped.
That isn’t to say I don’t feel washed out any more. I’m still not blessed with a lot of energy. I’d laid across the bed yesterday but didn’t sleep. Today, I pulled the comforter back and stripped to the skin, lying on the recovery bag bare nekkid. If that’s TMI, I’m sorry. I completely relaxed and drifted off, dreaming about something I don’t even remember. I do recall something from last night. The basement (that I don’t have) was full of stuff I needed to get rid of. There was a washer/dryer pair I wanted to sell for $250 each—$500 total. They must have really been in good shape to command those prices used. I napped for about an hour and a half.
I wish I could say I was refreshed enough to hunt bears with a switch but I wasn’t. I did get some more cleaning done in the kitchen but not enough to brag about.
Salad hasn’t been appealing to me as of late. I have thrown away so much lettuce, I’m ashamed to tell it. I got out the freshest package of romaine, washed it, and made a salad. I even tempted fate by putting avocado in it. We’ll see how that goes.
That’s been my day. I figured I wouldn’t be sleepy enough to go to bed early but I don’t think that’s true. Maybe not as early as last night but I certainly don’t feel like burning the midnight oil.