Coffee and Cold Meds

These two things have kept me somewhat alive over the past week. I am suffering the first cold of back to school season. It has kept me in bed over the last few days feeling terribly sorry for myself. Waking in the middle of the night when the world is mostly quiet - staring out my bedroom window wistfully envisioning my Spartan where he is in the world and wondering if he is awake or shrouded in the bliss that the blanket of sleep bestows on the healthy. Desperate to return to it's comforting arms myself. Or even better; his arms.

"In the wee small hours of the morning.... while the whole wide world is fast asleep, you lay awake and think of the girl (boy) and never ever think of counting sheep..."

But not to keep things all melancholy... while I lay awake I am now kept company by my wedding dress, *hooray* which hangs in my room reminding me of all of the fairy tales coming true around me. So despite the fact that I cannot breath and my eyes are leaky... I manage to smile and sigh and eventually drift back into a broken sleep to have dreams of dancing with my very own prince charming.

Now... I'm off to make coffee and muddle through my day, trying not to walk into too many walls and maybe even muster enough ambition to tackle some cleaning...