Came home from the fish tank Friday around 8:30. Went to bed. Woke up really late Saturday - 9ish. Made that chili I've been craving. Crashed on the sofa to watch a movie at 1pm. Woke up at 8pm, totally disoriented, didn't know what day it was. Went to bed. Woke up at 10am this morning (a record for me). Had some chili around noon and sat down to watch the Falcons. Never saw it. Fell asleep. Woke up around 6pm. Still feel exhausted. I've had a 'bout with insomnia over the past few weeks and I guess my bod is finally giving in. 

Accomplished utterly nothing this weekend, unless you count making the chili - which is good, but something is missing from it and I can't decide what it is.

I'm going back to bed. I need all the beauty sleep I can get. Maybe the lawn fairies will mow my yard while I'm sleeping. And if they could clean the house too, that'd rock. And if they could leave next month's mortgage payment under my pillow, that'd be stupendous.

Back to reality. I love my flannel jammies. :)