Not Necessarily The Beauty Variety

Last night, I got 9 hours of sleep! That is uncommon. My body might be rejecting me, from the shock.

Most nights (actually early mornings) I get between five and six hours of sleep. But last night, I went to my OPC (Old People Chair) around 9:30. That's because I was bored with my New Delly. I have to ration my internet usage, you know, to get through the month. So I couldn't go hog wild on YouTube slot machine videos. Or on my conspiracy sites.

I am past the days of pooh-poohing my OPC! It sure is comfortable. I only had the heater on last night. Not the vibrator massager. It makes me turn up the TV louder, and since the speakers are in the back of the TV for some reason known only to the millennial engineers who designed it, I don't like to turn up the volume, because that's annoying to people watching upstairs TV, even though that people is only Farmer H.

One minute I was switching between Flea Market Flip and My Lottery Dream Home, and the next minute I was waking up at 2:20 a.m. at a cut to commercial so folks could discuss which half-million dollar house they wanted. Wow. I was almost refreshed. My knees didn't hurt too much, because I took the night off from walking because Farmer H needed an earlier supper so he could get to the auction.

I went to bed, but had a bit of trouble falling asleep, because my mind fixated on next week's book blurb that is marinating in my mind. Of course I've forgotten all the brilliant ideas I had. I should have gotten up to jot them down. Oh, well.

Anyhoo...between the chair snooze and the bed sleep, I racked up some rack time!

I think my knees might be sending me a thank-you card.