a gray day lost
I spent yesterday asleep. I am so profoundly grateful that I can, when exhausted, just go toes up without having to get seriously sick first. I could have soldiered through, but my body required rest, and I decided to indulge it. And if I didn't need an extra 8 hours of naps, then why did I fall asleep as soon as I hit the bed at 8:30PM? I feel ever so much better now. Not fully rested, but able to cope with life.
No, I did not post. Nor did I clean the cat box, fold the laundry or cook a meal. I stayed in my nighty and bathrobe, reclined in the recliner with cats scattered upon me, and slept, slept, slept. Jealous? Try a bit of irresponsibility, said the grasshopper. You'll like it!
I didn't even knit. There is nothing on the needles and I don't know what's next. I have lots of white odds and bobs. Maybe a white surprise jacket? Maybe a red alpaca vest. Maybe not.