I had said I was going to try to catch up on some sleep this weekend, but I think I'm going overboard.
I slept almost twelve hours last night, but still found myself walking around in a fog all morning. Did some errands out and about, but when I got home I wondered if it had been wise to be behind the wheel of a large vehicle. Dear husband suggested I listen to my body and take it easy for the rest of the day.
We had an easy lunch of soup and then I thought I'd spend a couple hours in my quilt studio sitting at the sewing machine. Well, that lasted for a very short time. My whole body just felt tired. And when I'm too tired to quilt, I'm in bad shape.
Okay, I grabbed a quilt and decided to lie down on the bed, relax and read. Can you guess how long that lasted? Next thing I knew, I woke because I had my arm in a funny position, and it was tingly and numb. Looked at the clock. Five-thirty. FIVE-THIRTY! Guess I took a little nap. After having had twelve hours of sleep last night.
Glad to report I feel much better now after dinner. (I might last until a nine o'clock bedtime.)
Here's a little picture of spring time. I picked up this shamrock (oxalis) plant this week when we made a trip to the big city. I used to have two huge plants, one white and one pink, but haven't had one of the pretty little things in years. I have it in a south window (they like bright light) and turn it a couple of times each day as the vibrant leaves and flowers seem to strain toward the warmth of the sun coming in through the window. I think we all feel a little bit that way this time of year . . . we yearn to feel the sun! (And get enough sleep.)
The train to Looneyville is picking up speed.
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