Okay, the pattern has emerged. One day up for 20 or so hours, the next day up for 18 or so, and so on for 5 days and then I CRASH and sleep for as much of a day as I can.
I don't WANT to be up, but I feel compelled to be.
Fie! I spit in the eye of this vexation, or I would, if it were corporeal.
Two things to note. I pass on this article from The Guardian in the form in which it came my way. Without comment (although a lot could be said about this. At least I think so).
And another. The Shire is a building development in Bend, Oregon promising "English Elegance, Old World Charm, A Village Community. I cannot do it justice, just click.
I have been ironing for nearly an hour. Apparently I did a lot of laundry this week, but never looked at it until late last night. Clean clothing abounds.