I'm having trouble sleeping -- mostly because I worry about not waking up well. I've woken up the past two mornings at 11AM feeling like a truck ran over me. This morning at 1130, I answered the door for the federal express lady in my flannel nighty. It's just not pretty.

I was kind of bummed because my new kitchen light got here and it had a black mark on it. The chilis are lined in gold and glazed on the unglazed terracotta and they send you a matching light switch cover, which I did install, thanksoverymuchforasking. Apparently, the gold paint without glaze looks black, so the artist thinks they might have oopsed with a paint brush. I was so sad to have to repackage it and put it back in the box. That light BELONGS in my kitchen.

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There's a hoot owl right outside the window in the elm tree hooting to another one in the distance, which I can just hear. There's something like 3 owls around our neighborhood and if I wasn't wearing nuffin but a flannel nightgown, I'd go outside to listen to them call to each other by the light of the moon, but now, I'm actually getting sleepy, so the motivation is slipping away with consciousness.

Nighty, night.