Unmade, Undone...........

I didn't sleep worth a darn last night.

It must have been after two in the morning when I finally managed to 'sleep'.
That itty bitty shitty committee was having a good time, methinks.

I'd lay there and THINK.
WRONG plan!

I tried NOT thinking--that never works for me. Apparently some folks can turn off their brain. I'm not one of them.
I tried the 'new age' concept of 'channeling your thinking'. (fancy way of saying: give your brain something different to munch on)
That didn't work.

All thoughts led to thinking about what I wasn't actually wanting to give thought to.
Enter the itty bitty shitty committee--and off we'd go!

I ended up in the 'grandma's room' (affectionately named for the sponged paint job and the antiques therein) and tossed and turned and thought some more.
The only good thing was the open window that allowed me to hear the rustling of wings and the occasional twitter of the mom and baby grackles who apparently are temporarily residing in the neighbor's tree.
But that even got lost to the IBSC.

I copped a dangerous think.
Brought to you by the itty bitty shitty committee and the wonderful words of a Brit absorbed in his own unhappiness:

"If you don't want to send in those papers for the final adjustment I'd understand."

Well, gosh..............thanks for giving me your 'understanding' and your permission.
And if I didn't have a limit on lifting more than 50 pounds, I'da shot him and buried the body in the garden.
Darn back surgeries and their permanent limitations anyway.