Is it a bad sign when you awaken and ask yourself, “what day is today? Can I go back to sleep?”
Then, realizing that Hubby is in the shower, which means it must no longer be the weekend (not that he doesn’t take showers during the week, mind you)…
It took me til nearly noon today to get the blasted cobwebs out of my head. It was a good (and sober, mind you) weekend, with two seven year-old girls to trail after once again.
I think the campfire fueled by three years of business papers might have given me some sort of chemically induced brain fog.
Here’s to the fog lifting and the day moving along more clearly. 🙂