I fell asleep to Sybil last night, which may explain the multitude of weird dreams I suffered from. When I awoke it was 9:30. I don’t remember the last time I was able to sleep in that late. Normally I awaken around 6 and can’t fall back asleep.
So this morning I did my usual stumble out of bed and found my son and granddaughter in the living room. My son took one look at me and pointed and started laughing. Now, this was disconcerting to say the least. I know that first thing in the morning I look like something the cat dragged in, but how rude. At my puzzled expression (and when he was able to stop laughing) he said, “You’ve got a bunch of toilet paper hanging out of your pjs!” Oh. Of course, it’s going to be one of those days.
In the kitchen I felt like Old Mother Hubbard, for there was not a bit of coffee to be found. Now I sit in a daze at the keyboard, waiting for my head to clear all on its own with no assistance from caffeine. This could explain why this post is pretty much all about nothing. I don’t know. I can’t think straight at the moment. Maybe some tea is in order. Even I can manage a tea bag first thing in the morning!
I’m back now, having tracked down some Earl Grey tea. I don’t think it’s going to do the job, though. While in the kitchen I asked my daughter-in-law if she wanted some bacon. She said yes, so I slapped a few pieces in the big frying pan, covered it with a lid, and sat down in the living room to wait for it to cook. (If I go back to my room when I have food cooking, I have a tendency to forget all about it.) A few minutes later she went into the kitchen for something, and when she came back into the LR said, “I thought you were cooking bacon.” I told her I was, and she informed me that the burner wasn’t turned on. Something tells me this is going to be one of those days when my burners aren’t all turned on, if you get my drift. Ah well, what can you do but stumble through it as best you can?