It’s So Bright in Here

In bed this morning, I stirred. Mistake. The dogs think that it’s time to get up when I stir. It’s not. Especially not today. My head was so cloudy. My eyelids seemed weighted. I raised my eyebrows to see if the momentum might make it a little easier to open my eyes. Nope.

Feeling the thunk of Redford’s chin on the bed, I flopped an arm over and scratched his whiskers before tucking my hand back under the warm covers. Violet came in and did her morning shake. I could’ve stayed in bed all day.

Because yes, I indulged this weekend. I threw caution to the wind and decided, I’m a grown-up, I can consume whatever I please.

And now I’m hung over.

Not from beer. No hard liquor for me. No champagne toasts.

GLUTEN. That’s right: pita bread, lasagna soup, olive rolls. Mmmmmmm.

(Worth it.)

(Not worth it.)

(Fighting with myself over whether it was worth it.)

78 thoughts on “It’s So Bright in Here”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *