OK, The Art of Sleeping In.
I think I may have just arrived on the other side of really enjoying sleeping in, or maybe one can only truly sleep in in one's own bed.
I am in a house full of sleepy young adults and tired old adults, and I am wide awake because the longer I tried to sleep the worse my dreams got. I went from dreams about incompetence (mine) to dreams about dishonesty to dreams about thievery and getting caught red handed. What's up with that?
I want to add that if you tried to sleep in here five or ten years ago you would have awakened to the sound of children running around, generally causing a ruckus. I miss those kids, but I love these people.
posted by the other Joan @ 8:12 AM
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