I just couldn't get to sleep last night, so around 1:00 a.m. I finally gave up and got up. I turned the TV on and watched several episodes of Pretty Little Liars until I fell asleep. I woke up very cold and stiff at 5:00 a.m., crossways in my recliner with a cat across my belly and chest keeping me warm.
It's much too wet to mow today, and it's not supposed to be very warm either, so I guess I will stay at home, do some laundry and maybe vacuum and mop the floors. That doesn't sound like fun, but as I've learned lately, life isn't always fun.
Just had a happy memory flash into my mind about a time right before I met Jimmy. I would hum the song, "Mr. Sandman bring me a dream," and then along came Jimmy into my life.