I woke up at 8, went back to bed, and fell back asleep! That never happens! Yay sleep.
Locally I usually get Gloria Ferrer for a good champagne in that range, Lee.
You know that's who makes Freixenet? I had no idea when my friend and I randomly picked Gloria Ferrer to do a winery tour years ago.
I want to go back to sleep, but I waited too long, and now I have to get moving on my day. The day will be fun, but still, it's a little sad making.
I totally wasted half my day via sleeping, but I don't really mind, since my main agenda item for today was sitting around.
It is 9am here in California, and I have already walked the dog, had skating class, practiced yet more skating, and am now at work. Look upn my works, ye Buffistas, and despair.
I was just thinking it's about nap time. I think I'll have to go see to that.
Dag, Robin.
A timeline of the My Name Is Earl recent thing of interest: [link]
OMG, that's hysterical. Especially the
murphy bed
post from back in November.
I had no real plans but I think I'm going to go to the library this afternoon. (I was over at Readerville and somebody had posted the Edgar Award nominees and that inspired me to go see if I could find them.)
I've eaten, and now I'm drawing a map. And thinking about bandaging my knee, but I'm flightily easily distracted. Especially about things that aren't uncomfortable.
Having read up on mitral valve prolapse I'm pretty sure that if I had it, it'd have come up on my recent workup. However, that reminded me that the reason I had the workup was to be sure I could be on Cymbalta safely, since it has arrhythmia side effects. That could be what I'm experiencing. My dose was upped a couple weeks ago.
Will bring up with migraine doc next week, and meanwhile just ignore the unpleasantness.
Oh, love the
My Name is Earl
shenanigans!
Muppet just came up to me and tried mightily to convince me it was time to feed the cats. Five hours early. Either she really thinks I'm stupid, or she's really stupid. Or both.