Yesterday was a lost day, meaning that I went to bed Tuesday evening at 9 p.m. and did not wake up again until yesterday around 3 p.m.
I’m not sure what it was that drug me down into the depths of sleep, made my face feel like it was a punching bag, and caused my nose to run continuously. I dreamt in snippets – one moment I was knees to chest on the floor of a wet boat, trying to keep warm and the next the school nurse was performing an emergency tracheotomy on me as I clawed at my throat unable to breath. It wasn’t pleasant to say the least.
Today is better. Today I woke up, drank coffee, and ate breakfast. Today I am in a semi state of dress, lounge pants, a tee shirt, a sweater, and slippers that may be passable as shoes. You would almost not be able to tell that I am coming off an 18 hour sleeping sickness but the telltale signs are there. The sides of my nose are red, my eyes are a bit glazed over, and my lips are of those you would expect to see in a topographer’s dreams.
Sorry Burt, but your Bees are not simply not up for the task.
Awh, poor Burt.
And topographer’s dreams! Wow. Quite the creative image there!
It was pretty up and down there for a while! 😉 I think my lips and I are on the mend.
Yikes! Here’s hoping things (and your lips) are back to normal soon.