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.