I remember some things about last night before I fell asleep in my chair, I was sewing doll clothes and there was a banana smeared with peanut butter on a plate next to my side. I clearly remember this. I also dearly love bananas with peanut butter. Sliced bananas, whole peeled bananas, bananas mixed in peanut butter — they are all equally delicious.
My next memory of last night is of grabbing a tissue. Hope you are not eating here because I have to admit that when I chew the action activates my sinuses forcing me to grab the nearest
snot rag, um, tissue at hand, More blank space where I suppose I fell asleep, and then bang, ouch! It’s not much fun to wake suddenly when your head falls forward against the sewing machine, but that happened several times during the night because I was determined to finish the doll dress I had started. I leaned back in the chair for a few minutes to rub my head and sample the banana and peanut butter again. Reinforcements, you know. But it just didn’t seem that long before I banged my head against the machine again. And my banana had disappeared! Never a good sign. A few minutes probing and I located a small segment of the banana — in my lap on the lovely magenta pants I had donned after my shower. The matching top had a round grease spot on it and the gray sweater that had been keeping my warm in my cold apartment was decorated with smeared everything from the peanut butter and squashed banana to the threaded needle still sticking out of the little sleeve of the doll dress that I was hand sewing some lace on.
First change of clothing! And wide awake, so I cleaned everything, took my seat in front of the machine again and sewed another sleeve. Couldn’t have taken more than two minutes with another bite of that banana to savor while stitching. First repeat of the above paragraph! And another bite of the banana lost — finally found on the floor; — this time under my socked feet! The best bite of all because it was the last one. At least this time I slept on until morning. And banana in my hair complete with a load of peanut butter. Lord give me strength!!!
So now, freshly showered again and wearing clean clothes again I am preparing to get out and search for more bananas, I think my huge jar of peanut butter should hold me for a few more days!
Okay, even this morning things are not working. I tried to photograph my remaining banana and the huge jar of peanut butter but it seems my brain isn’t the only thing not working. Huge sigh! I think this might be one of those days! Hope you have a good one at least, and that you got a chuckle out of this. Now see? You aren’t having such a bad morning after all — unless you happen to have peanut butter in your hair also.