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2:22 and I am awake.

I hate that its 1:18 in the morning and it may as well be 1:18 in the afternoon the way I am feeling. I am not the least bit sleepy and at the same time everything that I would do that I feel would help me to relax and sleep would wake others in the house.

Right now I could be sewing and would be sewing if I had started at 7:00 like I wanted to early in the evening but I had to clean the vacuum cleaner.

What had happen was I started to clean up the living room. I took the dirty dishes off the dinning table and went into the kitchen and started washing the dishes. Once the rack was full of dishes and there were still more to wash I remembered that I was going to vacuum the floor in the living room. I went to the back bedroom to get the vacuum cleaner where I started folding up the clothes that were washed and never put away. Once I had the clothes folded and put into neat piles to put away I went into the living room the clean it up. I picked up the floor pillows and remembered that I needed to get the vacuum from the back bedroom. As I was leaving the living room I saw a drinking glass on the floor by the recliner and I picked it up and took it into the kitchen. I put all the clean dishes away and finished washing the other dishes once that was done. I notice the towels on the floor in the laundry room so I picked them up and put them in the wash.
Then I went to the back bed room to get the vacuum cleaner and vacuum the floor in the living room. I brought the vacuum cleaner to the hallway outside the living room and proceeded to empty the cup filled with dirt. Remove the filters and clean then with warm water and since that part was so dirty I proceeded to remove all the filters and clean them all then they had to air dry before I could use them so ……The vacuum cleaner is all in pieces air drying and I found Mamma Mia on TV so I watched that. Then there was an old Jackie Chan movie on Twin Dragons I found that in the middle and just as it was about to end I decided to get up and attempt to go to sleep.

I never made it to the bedroom because I realized that I did not update my blog. Which I often forget to do because I get sidetracked by something else.

Any how it 1:35 in the morning and I am wide awake and no motivation to do anything but I cannot seem to wind down enough to go to sleep.

My computer has been trying to die on my for a while it 2:22 and I just got it to post this blog!

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Anonymous said…
Well, at least you got to watch some good movies!

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