Apparently I can’t write when I don’t sleep. Or do much of anything else, when I don’t sleep.
For reasons having to do with having lost a prescription, I spent three days without sleeping. As a result, the week was a blur of doing nothing. Well, except a lot of truly stupid things because apparently when I’m on automatic I do really stupid things. Let’s say cakes shouldn’t be made with corn meal…
And that’s the smallest error and the one that can be talked about.
Well, the problem is solved. The cats and I and Dan and as far as I know the kids are all well.
Let’s hope this week will be productive.
No more “fun.”
My nephew told me some sleep deprivation stories from when he was in Green Beret school, soldiers trying to put money in an oak tree to get a coke, or holding up a march on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere waiting on an imagined drawbridge... get some sleep!
Get some rest, Sarah!