Sleep comes so easily. On Tuesday I sat on the couch, reading a book and nodding off. All afternoon. At 8:30 I was in bed, reading a different book, and nodding off. I gave up, put the book away and tucked myself into the nice warm covers and slept soundly all night.
It is cold here during the night (in the daytime, too, but we’ll save that for another post), and with daylight savings time in place, dark until almost 7 a.m. so the bed feels so good for far longer than it should. This morning, after that good night’s sleep, I woke up just past 6 so decided I must get back to a more regular schedule. Enough of this lying about during a forced lie-about.
I am washing our towels more often. Not quite as often as when Terry came home from open-heart surgery and the surgeon said, wash your towels after every use, but more often than my usual 5 days or so. I change the kitchen towels every day and the bathroom towels every three days. Adding more laundry, just what I need. The hamper was again full, mainly because we are wearing heavy knits because of the cold temperatures (oh, wait, I wasn’t going to write about that today) and changing clothes on a daily basis, sometimes twice a day if we go out into the germ-ridden public.
Because it’s cold (oops, there I go again), I like to use the oven every day. This morning I took out a roll of the frozen bread dough and started a batch of cinnamon rolls. Since I got an early start to the day, the rolls may just be done in time for lunch.