Hot, hot, hot
I should have gotten out of bed when I first woke up, but I didn't. I let myself roll over to get one more hour, and slept like the dead for four ! Biorhythms are once again playing with me. I did have five good diurnal days. Now I have to start all over. DH isn't helping any, either; getting dinner much too late makes me want to stay up even later. It is a vicious cycle. I think I was killed off in Diane's murder mystery The Mystery of the Blotted Out Blogger ; in episode one, no less. Why meeeee??? What did I do to be the first one to go? . . . But killed by whom? I have no issues with anyone (that I am aware of, anyway). It must be one of those Right Coast Bloggers who traipsed through Seattle a short while ago. Hmmmm. I guess I'll just have to keep reading to find out who would hit me with a blunt object - and leave a mark (I know!), on my otherwise unblemished person. BTW, Diane, did you know that the county morgue used to be on top of QA Hill? LOL...