I woke up this am feeling kind of crappy. Sore throat, groggy...remnants of a lousy night's sleep.
I haven't been sleeping well lately due to some pain. Not significant enough to complain about, but too much to sleep sometimes. Anyway...
So I get dressed, update my to-do list, get a couple things done, and decide to do a session of guided meditation which I've been using the last several months which usually really helps.
I lie down and begin, planning 20 minutes and will get up and get back to my day. One of my cats crawls onto my chest, kisses me on both cheeks, and settles down in my arms.
I wake up almost 3 hours later.
I get up planning to get on with my day...I toss in a load of laundry and I'm trying to get my thoughts in a more positive place so I give the meditation another shot...
I woke up 5 hours later at almost 8:00 pm. I couldn't find my phone anywhere, tore the house apart...finally found it in the pantry when I gave up and started dinner.
Idk what the hell happened, I was sleeping the sleep of the drugged (none were involved.)
My favorite jammies are laid out upon my bed waiting for me after dinner. That's usually an end of day treat but having slept all day I don't really deserve their coziness.
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