I don't sleep much at night. I consider three hours of sleep to be magnificent. It's not that I set out to be an insomniac, but here I am, a true-blue, dyed-in-the-wool insomniac, who also seems to be fond of trite phrases.
There's a word game I love to play that involves just two minutes per turn. I start my turn, which starts the clock, then the next thing I know, I have fifteen seconds left and haven't typed anything yet. When I was in the rehab place, I probably drove the nurses and attendants crazy because I didn't sleep when everyone else did. If they had to come into my room for any reason, if I was asleep they wouldn't come in. I would get up and walk around, but mostly I watched the Hallmark Channel to see how the beautiful young girl would attract the older, more sophisticated man. She always did, by the way. Most of those movies, like a lot of romance novels (mine included) seemed to end with a wedding. I like to see the flowers and the brides' dresses and even the bridesmaids' dresses, though, so I don't mind. One of my books actually has three weddings in it.
I had to take a little detour through the kitchen just now to help Hubby get the cauliflower into a big pot so he could steam it. That head of cauliflower is so huge we may just have that and nothing else for lunch.
Lunch. We say breakfast, lunch & dinner now, but when we were growing up, it was breakfast, dinner and supper. The heaviest meal was at noon.
Okay, enough babbling. I'm going to go crawl onto my recliner and pretend to watch TV while I sleep.