Four Naps And Two White Russians

Things just don't always go as planned. See, I've been on vacation - and I thought that I'd write a post every few days or so - sure - why not? Well - I just don't have the time. Why not? Well that's because, apparently, I need to maintain and SCHEDULE FOUR NAPS a day, at present. I've gone pre-natal during this vacation. What the ___, you ask? Well, believe me, I'm asking the same thing. If my wretched soul is truly THIS tired - how the motherload am I even OPERATING on a day-to-day basis, right? I know, right!? For the love of godesses, I'm realizing it's a miracle I'm not a crack addict with my apparent lack of consciousness. And, what a riot I must be to take a vacation with "Oh, could you just hold this riveting conversation for a few 30-odd minutes or so, because I need to indulge my narcolepsy for just a smidge. See y'all in a bit!" Face plant.

On top of this sudden narcoleptic business (which is rather suspicious on the heels of that 5-month bout with insomnia - I wasn't born yesterday, sleeplessness!), I had a nasty run in with some Russians. You see, I hardly drink anymore at all - my body doesn't deal with it well. Well, the other night - I had a White Russian and damn if that thing didn't slither down my throat like the sweetest ambrosia ever. And then I overserved myself. I had another - I made it myself, pouring with glee and abandonment and without measurement. By midnight, I was in bed giggling to the point of not being able to breathe, I was writing in my journal - none of which is now legible - and I was tapping my forefinger on my head, giggling and saying to Tony "Ahmahgawd, I so wish you could be inside here, in my head right now, because there is such a party goin' on!" He was so proud of it all. It was a Mensa moment. Two drinks people, two. Pansy. The pain the next day? Beyond description here.

So, when I thought about posting a recipe or something this week - I fearfully visualized something like: Fill a medium saucepan with 2-3 inches of water and bring to a simmer. Fully submerge both hands in water and wait until the alkd aioguopel ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............

Yeah, don't think instructionals would be good right now. So, I'll reimerge into civilization on Monday - hopefully intact and all napped out. I wonder though...is this what vacation is for - your brain just kind of goes mushy, your "I'm Not Tired" button finally blows a fuse, and 2 drinks can blow your hair back?

I will say though: I'm sleepin' in, I sit all day by a lake, it's 80 degrees, it's green and lush and humid, I go for a walk or a run, I nap (duh), go for boat rides, eat, read, and am surrounded by people and doggies whom I love...DIVINE. Except for the Russians.