Grumble, grumble, grumble.

Grumble, grumble. Grumble.

For some reason that’s the way I woke up this morning. Headache, grumpy, eyes slightly crossed. And God bless my family, but they don’t understand when this happens they should simply function the best they can WITHOUT EXPECTING ANYTHING FROM ME. For goodness sakes, I made the coffee. It’s practically illegal to ask for anything more.

Until I come up with a better answer I’m going to blame the Benadryl I had to take in the middle of the night. Or maybe it was the dream about finding a mouse in my kitchen. Or maybe the Benadryl caused the dream about a mouse in my kitchen and it’s still the Benadryl’s fault.

I do think it’s interesting that I can type when I can’t even form words yet this morning. Must be a different corner of the brain.

Hope your morning is more graceful.