Lloyd is a mess. He had a cold last week that made him rather zombie-like, then he had to go to Missouri for a board meeting at St. Paul. He came home on Saturday and slept from 4 in the afternoon until almost 8:30, then got up for food and medicine. He stayed up until midnight, then got up at 5a.m.to write his sermon for the nursing home THAT DAY (because that’s his M.O.). He slept the afternoon away then stayed up until 12:30 last night. He came to get me from work at 7, after he had been sleeping, and went right back to sleep.
Maybe he’ll wake up as a beautiful butterfly.
I think part of it is that it’s dark 23 hours of the day now. I make myself stay up until 8:30.
I get in less trouble when I’m asleep.
Sleep is the best medicine…