Ah ... I slept like a wee baby.

And not the cranky kind, either! I blame (er ... thank) the glass of wine and goat cheese. Yay. If I hadn't heard the tread of footsteps on the stairs before 9, I might have still been sleeping when the alarm went off at 9:30. I scurried to do a hand-written note to my meals provider about the address change. And then waited. And waited. But my gorgeous meal (I so love chicken and rice) was delivered before 11.

I think it was hilarious when the food made me extra sleepy (well, the rice had a mushroom sauce in it, the veggies were corn with pimiento, and ratatouille - so it's no wonder I was in the mood for sleep). And I did, amusing myself obviously with lots of vivid dreams for about 90 minutes.

The doom and gloom outside affected me (and my vision). I struggled to see what printed matter I should throw away and which I should keep. I can't wait to benefit for the 60s light fixture in the new place, of those cones on an upright pole. Now that's a good reason to have a pole in the living room!

Watched the usual TV shows and then finally started composing my e-mail to church-John. Oh, boy. It was a long one, but then he's not aware of the changes that have happened since Sunday.

Anyway, I'm being seduced by my bed - again - so I shall not resist but acquiese with grace. Yeah, yeah, I know. Not kidding anybody here!