A dirty dozen

 No, I am not. talking about about a movie

    I'm talking about the list I want to get done this week.

    I know!!  It is Tuesday and I just made the list.  Actually9 p.m.  Tuesday, so I won't get anything done today.

    Truthfully, sometimes I channel Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler...  But Terry, what shall I do?  Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

    That has been me for the past couple of days.

    I am tired, but can't sleep. 

    I can nap.  But once I hit the bed, I am like PCA on a fly ball.  Or a Brewer with 2 out and a runner in scoring position

    I just can't sleep.

    Playing spider solitaire doesn't even interest me.

    And I have been eating junk food like crazy.

    I can't wait for it to get dark at 5.......that will really screw me up.

    The house is either too hot or I man freezing...and the temperature doesn't change.

    Around 11 p.m.  I break out in a sweat.  Menopause?  I don't think so.  But hot flashes for sure.

    Ah....so many complaints.  So little time.

    Maybe a glass of pastis will help tonight.  

    After all, it can't hurt.

    Right?

Peace and Love

        Especially Peace