I'm not sure which bus hit me exactly, but hit me it sure did. I was sleepy on Sunday, but managed to rally in the afternoon to take Mister out to dinner for Father's Day, but that was the sum total of our weekend.
Yesterday, I got in the chair, got hooked up to the machine, and promptly fell asleep...hard and fitfully...for the duration. My tech woke me up, unhooked me, and I stumbled home and crawled into the big girl sleigh bed.
So here I am after a fourteen plus hour sleep, feeling a bit fuzzy around the edges and more than a little concerned that I crashed that hard. It's been a little while since I've been that out of it, so I suppose I should just relax and enjoy the rest.
Rich is off to work and I'm enjoying my second cup of damn good before planning my day. Just between us chickens...there might not be a whole lot of anything happening today, but methinks the universe will be OK with that.
The week has begun, Dearies! Come tell me all about things in your neck of the woods!