Sleep a thon
I fell asleep at 3 pm yesterday afternoon, after getting up early to go to the market for a load of fresh fruit and coming home to have a nap mid-morning. I also slept a decent 11 hours the night before and yet, I was standing next to the couch drinking a Pepsi and a coffee at once, fighting sleep with everything I had and then, through an explosion of tears I just gave up and sat down. I was asleep before I even wipes the tears from my face and my eyelids were dried shut when I woke between dreams.
I slept from 3 in the afternoon on Saturday until 930 am Sunday. I could have kept going too but Dayne dragged me out of the bed. I woke up a fair amount between dreams. My arm would be numb or my spine twisted in a weird way. My hips and legs would ache and I’d dream that something was trying to rip my leg off. It sucked. I dreamed of my mother and my sister, places I lived and people I know only in dreams. I was working and showering and trying to find the right combination of public transit to get me to the places I was heading, not familiar with many of the areas. I woke up exhausted.
I decided I need some sun today so I’m heading to the beach. We have dozen of fresh water beaches around here and I haven’t gone in years. I was wary of the whole bathing suit idea but I actually found one that fit, covers most of me, hides my flabby places and somehow manages not to look like a suit made for a granny. (Lol we’ll, the ink kind of makes up for that anyway).
I do love getting to show of my tattoos though. That reminds me. I was going to post some more pics of them. Stay tuned for that.
Hoping to get some nice shots at the beach. For now, here’s a pretty little web I caught on the deck this morning.