When I finally did get to sleep for awhile, my bladder demanded attention.
So back to bed, and snuggle down. Nope. Got up and took two super Tylenols.
Finally got back to sleep, and woke up at 8:00-something. Staggered (literally) out of bed, and decided, nope, need a little more sleep. If I get up at 9:00, I can get dressed, have some tea and a banana, and get to shul on time.
Nine o'clock rolled around, and I got out of bed again...well sat on the edge of the bed and decided I still wasn't awake. I finally woke up again about 11:30, and by this time it was far too late to try to get dressed and go to shul. I'd get there toward the end of the service, and then in time for Kiddush.
So, no, I didn't get to shul today. I expect my week will reflect the lack of spiritual uplift that gets me from one Shabbat to the next.
One of the women--a friend--came by to see if I was OK. Sorry to have missed today, as the Kiddush was in celebration of their wedding anniversary. I didn't realize that until I finally checked my email. Will have to send her (them) a congratulatory note.
That's it for today. G'nite all. Shalom