It has been one of those quiet sleepy days that make me wish I had a fireplace to cozy up in front of with a good book and a cup of hot Tang. I’ve been sleepy all morning, not enough to actually fall asleep, but enough to promote laziness and sloth. I’m having a hard time concentrating on any one thing as my mind has been wandering in and out of daydreams.
Most of said dreams involve the new house but a few featured white sand beaches, a warm sun and a fruity frozen alcoholic concoction served by a muscular young man with a dazzling smile.
OK, now I’m having hot flashes.