Roadkill

By the time evening arrived, yesterday, I felt sick—kind of achy and feverish. I decided it would be a good idea to go to bed early and read until I fell asleep. And so I did, accompanied by a very large bottle of orange juice. At 8:00. According to the lad, when he passed my doorway at 8:15, I was out cold, so he turned out the light. And that’s all I knew until I woke up around 2:30am feeling like a new woman. Full of energy and ready to go.

I poked around here for a while, read a couple of blogs and then figured I ought to try for a little more sleep. Crawled back in and read until about 4:30. And that’s the last I knew until the alarm went off at 7:00. And now? Now I feel like a steaming heap o’ roadkill. Doesn’t make much sense. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but maybe going to sleep at 8:00 isn’t such a hot idea afterall. At least the achiness is gone. And I’m not tired. But I feel worse than if I’d taken a three hour nap in the middle of the day. Maybe I’m still trying to catch something. More orange juice, please.