Before posting three whole hours late today I hurried to the handy people-counter called Site Meter to see who I’d disappointed and found someone in Paris, several people in Australia, three in the Netherlands, several in the UK, somebody New Delhi, somebody in Estonia and many more who came looking for something new from me and found only yesterday’s lame post about the raspberries.
This is a lot of people to let down and I’m sorry. It happened because I couldn’t sleep at all the night before last. At midnight when I had lain there for an hour I got up and changed the sheets. That didn’t help so at 1:30 I tried the Bath of Surprise where I get into a tubful of scalding water to stun myself into near-unconsciousness. That didn’t help either. Finally, at 3:30am I got up again and took an entire shower complete with hair washing, hair drying and hair squeezing – what David calls the flat-iron step – AND, in an effort of true desperation, poured a giant tumbler of cheap white wine and drank it all down while standing on one leg which is what I must do when I work on my hair. My hips are out of alignment these days and I find it feel better if, when standing for 40 minutes, I do the stork thing.
It was 4:30 by the time I got back into the bed and finally did fall sleep, chirping birds or not – until 6am anyway when my alarm went off and I got up to do the thousand things I did yesterday.. Thus, last night, right smack in the middle of the evening fun I left my ten family members all still laughing and carrying on, went into my room and wham! toppled over onto the bed like a felled tree.
Blankness, Dreaming. Tardiness posting. And now a brand new day with all new adventures ahead.