I've just returned from a sojourn in our nation's capital. As I have noted previously on these pages, I have difficulty sleeping in hotel rooms. (Why, oh why, do fancy hotels starch the sheets?) After three days of very little sleep, I was eager to climb into my own bed...
...with the dog and the cat and the kid and the snoring husband. I think I'll do some vacuuming.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
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Welcome back.
And Happy Halloween.
We should all set up a virtual cafe for insomniacs. I'd consider going to a real one, but nobody wants to see me in my jammies.
Jammies will be MANDATORY.
I have never once heard my snoring.
Hey, you were all the way out here, and you didn't let me take you to lunch??? No fair.
@Joeymom - sorry, I was locked in a room with 15 other mad scientists from 8 am to 7 pm every day. They didn't even schedule lunch breaks for us! I couldn't have gotten out even if I was deathly ill, having seizures, and bleeding from the eyes and ears.
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