Sheesh....

ok, since no one has anything to say, I'll tell you what I did yesterday. My shoulder was still hurting and had me up at 2:30am. So when Hayle and Pete left in the morning, I decided to lay back down. The couch and the morning light wasn't doing it for me, so I figured I'd throw in the towel and go back into BED. But the guy was coming to pick up the dry cleaning around 10am, so I left a note on the door to KNOCK LOUD. And off I went. I was having really bizarre dreams. So bizarre, at some point I thought my sugar must be low. One dream had me putting the dogs outside, where I found the dogs were already there, no, I now had 4 dogs, 2 and 2. I won't tell you the weirder dream! Ok, so I hear a knock on the door. I go down, grab the laundry bag and hand it to him. He's a really sweet older guy that always is so pleasant. He says, 'so the doorbell's not working, eh?' I said, no it does work. Then he was trying to ask or figure out why I had the 'knock loud' note if the bell works, or something?? My sugar was low, I couldn't put enough thought together to tell him anything, and I put my hands on either side of my head, and started shaking my head. I didn't even pretend I hadn't been sleeping, my hair was, well, you can imagine, I still had an eyemask hanging from the back of a ponytail. I just shut the door and he left. I laughed all day thinking how me must think I'm a nut case!!!! So, now I have to explain to him when he comes back!!