For the past couple of days, I’ve been laid low by some kind of viral thingy – gastro, from how it feels/felt. Tuesday morning, I finally went to bed around 1 AM or so. It took about 30 minutes to get to sleep, and then once again, I was awake, somewhere around 4 AM, feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. Since I couldn’t decide if I wanted to throw up, spend some quality time on the john, try to down some Tums for the heartburn, or just crawl out into the yard and lie there in the moonlight, I just laid there in bed for a couple of hours until I finally got back to sleep. After letting the dogs out (and in) around 7-ish, I crawled back in the bed. Up again a bit later, tried the couch. Back to bed. And so on. Nasty, vicious cycle. I don’t recommend it, or the pain in the hips and joints for those of us not accustomed to spending more than a few hours at a time sleeping (or attempting to sleep).
Still, today is much, much better, and I’m actually hungry as I type this. Might be time for the kid to go scrounge some food.