The Pied Piper Strikes Back
Return of the red eye (you know, tired eyes from not being able to nap)
The piper should know that if you take my nap from me, that’s all I have left to give; I’m bankrupt, empty-pocketed, and empty-hearted. Did he really need to throw strep throat at me one day later? No, he did not. Piper 2, Henrietta zilch.
So, as it turns out, being run down yesterday was not simply a loaded schedule and no nap. It was a virus, hand-passed child to child in the school yard, and delivered to me. Kids. Can’t live with them . . . pass the beer nuts.
Today I lay down for an absolutely necessary nap, but unfortunately had a fresh chance to see what it’s like when it doesn’t take. While that does happen, it’s not often, thankfully. So I decided to monitor what are, by now, my instinctual remedies for the moment, in the hopes of passing them along to our followers, and most notably Dr. BMFH.
More tomorrow.