This evening I came home from work and chose to lay down for just a minute. My husband came home a little later and last I saw of him, he was sitting in his blue chair in the bedroom. Somewhere between then and "nowish", I feel deeply asleep. I was dreaming crazy "Alice in Wonderlandish" dreams (wish I could remember it, I could use the material!). At 7:45, I woke up, looked anxiously at the clock and jumped out of bed, declaring to my "dressed for work" husband, "IT"S SEVEN FORTY-FIVE!!"
His droll and husbandly response? "I know." I then asked him in an accusing voice (since I have to be to work at 8:00), "Why'd you let me sleep so long? And slowly my dulled mind came to life as I realized the evening of my my present day had not yet passed. And boy, was I going to be messed up at bedtime.
And then? In that totally discombobulated condition, I stumbled to the den to read emails and watch this crazy video. I was totally awake by the time I walked that walk, let me tell you. In fact, to be totally crass about it all, if you will excuse me, I think I may need to go check my britches!