ZZZZzzzz....

Man, am I TIRED. Pooped with a capital "P".

We call it the Wednesday Slump. We come home from work, eat something easy to prepare or prepared for us, usually full of sleep inducing carbohydrates, then sack out on the couch in front of the boob tube and promptly fall asleep.

You would think we would learn to eat a light meal and go right to bed, but no, we do this almost every Wednesday. Peeling ourselves off the couch is never pleasant and sometimes I seem to have napped just enough to get a second wind and I am AWAKE for the next few hours reading. I am tempted to get an alarm clock for the living room so we can just sleep through the night when this happens. I shudder at the thought of what aches we would wake up with from sleeping in such an awkward place though.

I'm babbling aren't I?

I will go to bed now.