At 2:43 this morning, a loud hollow clatter woke me up from a delicious, deep sleep. My husband grunted in his sleep and rolled over. I got up and wandered all around the house to investigated, only to end up back in the master bathroom, where a hook in the shower lost its adhesive and sent the hard-plastic back scrubber banging to the bottom of the tub. Damn.
I got back in bed at 2:47, trying to go back to sleep, but my mind abuzz with dazzling thoughts. The Most Complete Grocery List Ever! And How To Spend The Upcoming Labor Day Weekend! And oh, the posts I would write! About last night’s episode of Mad Men, the nice little discussion I had with J about mid-twenties identity crises, and the changing familial dynamic as the adult child becomes the parent to their parent. I’m telling you, I had paragraphs and paragraphs – it was brilliant!
But alas – after giving up on sleep, showering, succumbing to the siren call of a cozy bed and a snuggly husband, and reawakening at 6 this morning, I have very little recollection of said fantastic writing. Maybe something about…pancakes? Windshield wiper fluid? I wish my brain had a draft autosave.
So instead of a Post Full Of Awesome, I will direct you to the excellent discussion of last night’s episode on Jezebel. Maybe next time, my chickens.