I dream as much as the dog. And that’s a lot.
I hate November. With a passion.
I had a hypoglycemic attack yesterday after we got through messing around with the dog at Wines Elementary. Could have been brought on by my spinning around like a crazy person on the tire swing. We had to get an icee and a chocolate ice cream cone to get control of it. I thought I wasn’t gonna make it. Could barely walk.
It’s been warm, but it’s supposed to get very cold tonight. Down to 29. Blast it.
I haven’t had an uninterrupted eight-hour sleep in more nights than I care to remember.
I’m sure a whiney butt today …
