What a gorgeous little face for Sunday!
Good morning.
Not a good night. I sent an email to the son yesterday and he evidently thought it was a letter, so he didn’t read it. I wanted him to open it asap because it was forwarded and contained an attachment. I needed to know if he could open the attachment and if not, I would try my Gmail account or copy and paste it.
I was exhausted last night, and fell asleep far sooner than I expected to. In my fatigue, I forgot to re-set the screen time-out on my phone to two minutes, so when he sent a text at 1830, the phone was still lit up two hours later when I rolled over in bed and the light woke me up.
Just as I expected, he couldn’t open the email. I wanted to call him, crawl through the phone and wring his neck.
Anyway, it kept me up almost three hours, and I wasn’t happy at that point. After the work I did yesterday, I woke up the second time and could hardly move. The shower didn’t help much and neither did the morphine, and with only an hour before I need to get ready for church, it is debatable if I will make it happen.
I have similar situations happen when I’m just sending an email into the next room. Then we end up with conversation where “just like it said in the email I sent you” is recurring trope. Ain’t technology wonderful?
I was awakened three times, two by the other person and one by the cat. I drank a lot of diet 7-up before bed, which wasn’t the smartest choice. On the plus said, I got up after 7:00 a.m. and don’t feel quite as much like death as yesterday.