Even worse, I woke at 3:30 a.m. with a horrid Christmas song running through my head, along with the steps from Zumba running through my legs. And calluses everywhere. Some from yard work, most from doing the %&#$! backsplash. I tried to go back to sleep. But no, it wasn't going to happen. So I got up, wrote a little, read a little, and tinkered.
I'm just starting to get tired again, as I hear little kids stirring in the bedrooms above me. This is going to be a very long day.
At least, at the end of it, the hubby will be home. For that, I am truly grateful.