Thursday, March 20, 2014

Chocolate chip cookies to the rescue.

In this post: Killing time.

It’s 4 a.m. and I should be in bed right now. Unfortunately a hypoglycemic episode woke me from a sound sleep about 45 minutes ago — it always amazes me when that happens! — so I decided to sit around with a box of chocolate chip cookies until I feel steady enough to go back to bed. At this point, though, I think I might hang out in the study for a little while and wait for Sam to get home from work. I hope it’s SOON because he’s supposed to start work tomorrow morning at 11 (instead of 2 p.m.) and won’t have time to get any sleep.

On Sam’s behalf, I HATE THIS HORSEPOOP. I really do.

Know what? I’ve decided I’m too tired to keep waiting for Sam or I’ll be a zombie all day today. Plus I’ve got a dude from The Grout Doctor coming over at noon to give me an estimate for sprucing up the shower in our master bathroom and I’d like to be awake for that if at all possible.

Thank you for reading this. Now please turn off the light and go away.

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