Happy Labor Day.
For those of us in the States, it’s a holiday today. Which means no work.
Woke up this morning with massive sinus headache. With my eyes as slits (because I couldn’t open them) I rummaged around the medicine cabinet for Claritin. Seems to be working now, thank goodness. But I still feel like Death Warmed Over.
Slept awful. Woke up at 4:30 with the nose all stopped up. Went back to sleep and dreamed about going to this party in someone’s one bedroom high rise apartment. The living room was large with a sliding glass door to a balcony, tiny kitchen, small hallway leading to a bathroom and the bedroom. I brought a chocolate cake. Weirdness.
Tossed and turned until 8 when I finally dragged my sorry ass out of bed. Am about to go stand in a hot shower for about 30 minutes. Gotta go to the in-laws for lunch today. I’m tired. I just want to lay in bed. Is that so wrong?
I’m cranky, still, too, I guess. I want to write (still) but can’t find the words. I think I wrote all of one paragraph in three hours last night. Pathetic.
Thank God for coffee. I sure need it today.