Oops! Exhausted blonde dozes off Sunday night....

… and wakes up early Monday, still with excellent sight! I credit chocolate, myself.

But it really had been an inspired day. First of all, it was S*U*N*N*Y and almost mild out (so I didn't bother buttoning my coat). I was on duty, Rev. Jeff. presided, Rev. Deana preached (oh, to hear her talking about coming back in the next life as a bear … when she wasn't talking about bravery and referring to the man greeting people at one of the NZ mosques), and my good friend church-Brian was Co-Consecrator at Communion. While I was surrounded by church-family and exquisite music thad had included "The Impossible Dream".

Naturally, I was anxious to get home and describe everything that had happened. Another oops. I was finished after 7, but had forgotten to write about a couple of points. I blame low blood sugar as all I'd had was instant noodles. And, then, I absolved myself because it's not my function to recreate the day, but to allude to the various parts of the service and enhance them. Which apparently I did, as Rev. Deana immediately "liked" my post and left a compliment!

Then I collapsed in bed, watching new epis of Peppa Pig and eating chocolate, shivering and covering myself with my home-made cocoon. So, now I'm up but still yawning w-I-d-e-L-y. But, as I'm still gifted with strong butter yellow against a dark chocolate background, I want to take advantage of it. Yes, that means staying up and reading. TTFN and a very good night, indeed.

To sleep, perchance to dream....

So, I may have stayed up until around 3:30 a.m. Silly blonde. I woke up exactly at 9:00 a.m., in the middle of a dream (also my lungs were squeaking!). The dreams have been happening on a regular basis lately. Very strange, most illogical (like cohosting a Canadian awards show with someone on whom I've had a crush - not really, just in the dream - without any rehearsal and then just plopping down on a staircase on one side of the set!

Spent much of the day devouring the book for April. I keep hoping against hope that the ending isn't tragic for the primary character, a blind teenage girl (even though it's mostly set in the seaside fortress of St-Malo close to D-Day).

My sight has been wavering all day long, it's been irritating me. While it was adequate, I watched Friday's MacGyver. Later it was my daily judge and game shows. Right now I'm torn. Should I return to the book (because I'm curious) or should I go to bed (because I've been yawning for hours). I think I'm going to let bed win.