Maybe I should get a clue.
I tried to write today but my over medicated brain refused to work. All it wanted to do was take a nap, or two, or three. I thought perhaps I’d do some bead work but my over medicated brain fell asleep and only woke when my nose hit my bead board.
I sat in front of the TV, closed my eyes, and I didn’t go to sleep. Yet when I got up and tried to write again my eyes grew tired and kept slamming shut. I crawled back into my lounge chair. This time I snoozed.
Dear Hubby kept telling me to quite fighting it and “for heaven’s sake, rest.”
“But I haven’t decided what we’re having for dinner.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
However, I do worry about it. I see him having trouble getting around, and right then he looked so tired. I made a deal with him. If he’d go take a nap and I’d try to snooze a bit before dinner. He did and so I did.
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Doggonedmysteries 
It seems you have no option except take a sound sleep. You had better take care about resting.
Yes, my body is giving no choice in the matter.
Getting well takes a ridiculous quantity of energy – healing thoughts to both of you, and extra patience for the pooches.
Billy and Mr. Beckett recommend a cattly 20 hours a day of cat naps.
Poor Gavin’s patience is wearing thin. It’s his opinion that I should be paying more attention to him and not be dozing in my chair.
good plan – order in
Woodrow, Sweetie & MJ
LOL! We have been. Er, that’s what we call “Dear Hubby is cooking tonight” nights. The man used to be a brilliant cook, but can no longer stand long enough to cook a meal. Now if it can’t be cooked in microwave minutes it’s ordered in.