Deborah's Journal

... mostly due to still having winter flannel sheets on the bed. The weather has been determinedly summer-like. So I spent the night either sweating or throwing off the covers, then chilled (see above-mentioned sweat), then throwing back on the covers... rinse and repeat, recursive loop.

Now waiting for tea goodness to kick in, with some approximation of alertness. I figured it was better to grouse here than at my sweet husband.

I'm proofreading 2 projects and need functional eyeballs. Soon, O Spirit of Tea, please?