Friday, November 28th … evening
Perhaps it was holiday let-down or due to extended exhaustion but for whatever reason after nearly 7 months of packing and unpacking and painting and 1178 tasks (per week), I came home from a late lunch and snuggled on the chaise with Gert, under a marshmallow-soft throw the color of spring butter and fell asleep.
This might not be unusual for some people – but for me it is highly unusual. I don’t nap. I just don’t. Unless I’m sick. As in really sick.
So, I’m thinking that finally I am settling in. Perhaps I finally don’t feel that I have 28,673 things on my to-do list still to do … NOW … and that I always have to be go-go-going.
Perhaps my body and mind have bonded together and said to each other, “It’s the day after Thanksgiving – chill – take a nap.”
Or perhaps it was the very large glass of sweet Riesling I had with my late lunch!
Perhaps.
Regardless of the reason I suppose it was (very) needed and it was thoroughly enjoyed. I clicked onto the Hallmark channel, with its never-ending holiday movies and commercials, and snuggled in for 15 -20 minutes of dog coziness.
I no sooner had positioned myself than Gert dug her way under the blanket and before her spot was even warmed up – I was gone. I didn’t drift off to dreamland – I took the express route! I was sawing logs louder than the dog in mere seconds (or thereabouts)! Yep – guess I needed it.
I didn’t sleep like a baby – as the adage always refers to – simply because no baby of mine ever slept very well! I sleep like a baby nowadays … up in the middle of the night, waking several times for a drink or repositioning or whatever. Today I slept like a log (if logs could sleep)! Better yet, today I slept like teenaged boy! (Or, one could also say, like someone who was exhausted and who consumed a large glass of wine at lunch!)
I was konked out. Zonked. Gone. Dead to the world. And then I roused … aware of voices and giggling … and in that grayness between wakefulness and fuzzy/foggy/hazy slumber I realized the voices were either the movie or a commercial … and I was out again.
The seemingly endless, high volume, on-every-other-minute commercial this year is for those little kid stuffed animals with the (7) hidden pockets and where the kid is saying, “Thanks Grandma!” They are the quasi-cute/quasi-creepy (I would have made them cuter) Stuffies stuffed animals … and this year they have BABY ones, too!
In any case, just as one would learn a new language hooked up at nighttime while they were sleeping, I was hooked up to movies and commercials. And let me emphasize – more commercials than movie.
And, I did this for 2 HOURS! Yes, apparently the wine took its toll … or the 5-7 months of non-stop packing/unpacking/house fixing/etcetera … whichever.
And, as much as the sweet snooze was needed … I now have this incredible yearning for a STUFFIES!
Now that I’m awake, and Thanksgiving is behind us, and things are on my mind … I think I’ll go write my letter to Santa!