Tuesday, March 1, 2011

...Mr. I

Just when I think I've seen the last of him for awhile, Mr. Insomnia drops in for a late night rendezvous. He's overstayed his welcome. Again. My sister says that when he visits her, she knows she'll sleep well the next night. I wish.

"Fatigue is the best pillow." ~Benjamin Franklin (Not always, Ben, not always.)

"Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are worse when we try hardest to do them." ~ C.S. Lewis (You got it, C.S.!)

"Without enough sleep, we all become tall two-year-olds." ~JoJo Jensen (JoJo, how do you know me so well?)


Leslie Morgan said...

Ah, Doozyanner! You, Arlene, sister blogger Kass, and me, too. You've never invited bad talk on your blog, but I'll say it anyway: That big bastard, Mr. I, assured me I was the only one. Liar, liar, exhausted pants on fire.

jeff said...

Who would want to read "errant thoughts of a sometimes well-rested teacher who cycles, reads and sews"?

Doozyanner said...

Oh no, Leslie, Mr. I is a big time play-uh! Jeff, thanks for the laugh! A great way to start my (fuzzy-headed) day!

Janie said...

Good point, Jeff.

Arlene said...

It's a couple days later. Have you slept? Mr. I can stay away from Idaho.

Jeff has a good point.