I’ve gotten into some nasty sleeping habits. Not sleeping well during the night, but when I get home in the evening, man am I tired. I was so tired on Tuesday (see entry) that I actually walked part of the way up the street with my eyes closed.
And CPwr’s not helping things. You see, CPwr has these pheromones. Let’s call them ‘Zz’. So I’ll have dinner, sit next to him on the couch. We’ll start chatting. I’ll start saying less and less, with droopier and droopier eyelids. Still listening though…what’s that he just said?…man it’s warm in here…this blanket sure is cozy and the christmas tree is so pretty…uh-huh, yes honey, you sure have a soft shoulder…riiiight, and then what happened?….yeeuppp…
Slowly my body migrates from sitting up to lying down, the blanket somehow gets pulled over me, and I make one more incoherent response to CPwr before he says “it’s okay sweetie, just have a little nap”.
It’s the sleep of babies and angels I tell you…