grumpy
Well-known member
""Something"" went out of kilter. My internal clock went Ka-boink!!
Night's became days and the days became fuzzy. From the 1st of November
till the 8th.....I couldn't beg, buy, borrow, or steal 3 consecutive hours of
sleep. Historically, I've NEVER slept well, but those numbered days were
nightmares to the tenth degree.
The problem is, I don't have a clue as to what triggered it. In one 72 hour
stretch, I got a grand total of 4 hours worth of sleep. I was Zombie-fied :x
AND I wasn't real whippy to be around either. Hmmm, imagine that.
Naps were a waste of my time.... I CANNOT believe the number of calls I
got, Nor the number of sales-people that rang my doorbell. I'm sure they
felt a RAVING LUNATIC had answered his door. All left.........quickly.
The 4th, 5th, and 6th, was that really bad period where sleep seemed to
have deserted me. The night of the 6th going into the 7th I did better.
A whopping 4 hours.....that's pretty good for me. I felt almost human, again.
I went non-stop the 7th, eating and resting around 4p.m. Hopped in the
shower and got slicked up and headed to the High School. The team was
playing for the district championship....we WON btw: Around midnight
I drifted off to sleep. "Big plans for Saturday"....My eyeballs zapped open
at exactly 1:45 a.m. I knew I could kiss anymore sleep "good-bye"...
Given a lemon, I'll make Lemonade. I had about 3+ hours to kill before
leaving. It was a pretty good quiet time to work on my newest book.
I think I went past 80,000 words right about then. 5:30 rolled around
with me in my little Doodle-Bug headed into south central Missouri. I had
220 miles ahead of me....but that was okay. I was headed to pick up my
Am. Chins. :x :x Those are some spooky roads down in there.
Scared the pee-waddin out of me more than a couple of times.
A super-great location for a Giant Slalom... If one has the ####'$ to try.
I don't!! :x
Got the buns, enjoyed the visit...and headed home. I was beginning to get
a little tired. 2/3's of the way home, it dawned on me that I hadn't eaten
anything since my over-done weeny at the ball game. My stomach began
to believe my throat had been slashed. I don't know why I do it, but
sometimes, I just forget to eat.....alllllllll dayyyyy!! And then, I wonder why
I'm queasy and light-headed. Oh well, another hot-dog down the hatch
chased with a large Mountain Dew and I was good to go. 30 minutes shy
of 12 straight hours, I turned off the car down at my barn. I still had
chores to do and the new rabbits to get settled in.
Around 10:30 I finished and headed to the house...I ate a bite and sat down
in my recliner, watched the news. Past that..I cannot honestly remember
one single solitary thing. I opened my eyes, still sitting in my recliner,
the clock read 7:30. I checked and the Sun was up. I got about eight solid
hours with my eyeballs closed...
I think that's called "Sleep" as near as I can recall.
It was a raggedly rough, week.
Of course, home-life is still just Peachy-Keen.
I've got an excellent post script for the entire week. It's so ironic, that
I cannot help but laugh about it. Crying would do no good.
I was basically, BRAIN DEAD when I arrived
to pick up my rabbits. I bought 2 young bucks and 4 unrelated does. I was
so wore out, I had the ladies carry my crates up to the car and put them
in for me. I crawled behind the wheel and headed north.
What I failed to do shows exactly how tired I truly was. Yep, you guessed it.
Sunday noon, I discovered 4 bucks and 2 does. I cannot place the "words"
I shouted to no one buy my rabbits, on this site. All is well, I'm expecting
a visit from this gracious lady within the week. Right now, I'm hungry and
somewhat "tired.
Grumpy.
Night's became days and the days became fuzzy. From the 1st of November
till the 8th.....I couldn't beg, buy, borrow, or steal 3 consecutive hours of
sleep. Historically, I've NEVER slept well, but those numbered days were
nightmares to the tenth degree.
The problem is, I don't have a clue as to what triggered it. In one 72 hour
stretch, I got a grand total of 4 hours worth of sleep. I was Zombie-fied :x
AND I wasn't real whippy to be around either. Hmmm, imagine that.
Naps were a waste of my time.... I CANNOT believe the number of calls I
got, Nor the number of sales-people that rang my doorbell. I'm sure they
felt a RAVING LUNATIC had answered his door. All left.........quickly.
The 4th, 5th, and 6th, was that really bad period where sleep seemed to
have deserted me. The night of the 6th going into the 7th I did better.
A whopping 4 hours.....that's pretty good for me. I felt almost human, again.
I went non-stop the 7th, eating and resting around 4p.m. Hopped in the
shower and got slicked up and headed to the High School. The team was
playing for the district championship....we WON btw: Around midnight
I drifted off to sleep. "Big plans for Saturday"....My eyeballs zapped open
at exactly 1:45 a.m. I knew I could kiss anymore sleep "good-bye"...
Given a lemon, I'll make Lemonade. I had about 3+ hours to kill before
leaving. It was a pretty good quiet time to work on my newest book.
I think I went past 80,000 words right about then. 5:30 rolled around
with me in my little Doodle-Bug headed into south central Missouri. I had
220 miles ahead of me....but that was okay. I was headed to pick up my
Am. Chins. :x :x Those are some spooky roads down in there.
Scared the pee-waddin out of me more than a couple of times.
A super-great location for a Giant Slalom... If one has the ####'$ to try.
I don't!! :x
Got the buns, enjoyed the visit...and headed home. I was beginning to get
a little tired. 2/3's of the way home, it dawned on me that I hadn't eaten
anything since my over-done weeny at the ball game. My stomach began
to believe my throat had been slashed. I don't know why I do it, but
sometimes, I just forget to eat.....alllllllll dayyyyy!! And then, I wonder why
I'm queasy and light-headed. Oh well, another hot-dog down the hatch
chased with a large Mountain Dew and I was good to go. 30 minutes shy
of 12 straight hours, I turned off the car down at my barn. I still had
chores to do and the new rabbits to get settled in.
Around 10:30 I finished and headed to the house...I ate a bite and sat down
in my recliner, watched the news. Past that..I cannot honestly remember
one single solitary thing. I opened my eyes, still sitting in my recliner,
the clock read 7:30. I checked and the Sun was up. I got about eight solid
hours with my eyeballs closed...
I think that's called "Sleep" as near as I can recall.
It was a raggedly rough, week.
Of course, home-life is still just Peachy-Keen.
I've got an excellent post script for the entire week. It's so ironic, that
I cannot help but laugh about it. Crying would do no good.
I was basically, BRAIN DEAD when I arrived
to pick up my rabbits. I bought 2 young bucks and 4 unrelated does. I was
so wore out, I had the ladies carry my crates up to the car and put them
in for me. I crawled behind the wheel and headed north.
What I failed to do shows exactly how tired I truly was. Yep, you guessed it.
Sunday noon, I discovered 4 bucks and 2 does. I cannot place the "words"
I shouted to no one buy my rabbits, on this site. All is well, I'm expecting
a visit from this gracious lady within the week. Right now, I'm hungry and
somewhat "tired.
Grumpy.