I am exhausted.  I am sitting here at the laundromat in mismatched clothes,  (partly due to the fact that I didn’t come here last weekend) grainy eyeballs and no coherent thoughts meandering through my head.

I don’t know what’s going on at night – but it’s not restful and it’s not … I can’t even think of another word to describe what is not going on at night. THAT is how tired I am.  I kid you not.

I posted about my rotten night ‘sleep’ on my FB page – and my friend offered ‘Melatonin’ to which I responded, ‘sounds like a Hogwarts spell’.  Which, it did to me.  I could just imagine Hermione waving her wand and then with a deft flick,  “Mel-a-ton-in!”

The person at the receiving end of that wand, falling immediately into a blissful slumber.  *sigh*

Okay, now I AM dreaming.

So, I have been tossing and turning, waking and thinking, catching snippets of sleep only to have nightmares.  It’s bonkers.

The good news is, I took tomorrow off.  No glancing at the clock all day, measuring out how much time I have available for resting or enjoying a movie.  After I get home, I don’t have to leave the house again until Tuesday morning.

The day is mine – and THAT – is dreamy.