You were probably wise not to stop by for a visit last night. I paid for the previous forty-eight hours, working the drive-up alone on Friday and mowing on Saturday.
My hands were hurting when I went to bed, so I took some Motrin. The longer I lay in bed, the more things hurt. It was the usual fibromyalgia thing - I'd lie on one side for about fifteen minutes, and that side would hurt bad enough that I'd have to turn to the other side, and I ended up doing my imitation of pig on a spit. Between pain meds and Benadryl, I finally got to sleep at 4:00 this morning. I'd given up on church at 3:30 and turned off the alarm. So once I finally did get to sleep, I slept until noon. I did get eight hours of sleep, but most of it was during the day.
Somewhere in there, Jethro gave up on me and went out to the living room. Hunter came in and slept almost all of that time draped across my left side. I especially love that when the fibro flares. The warmth he puts out helps ease the pain. I'm surprised that doctors don't recommend cats as therapy. They're little vibrating heating pads.
I took today as a rest day. I did a load of laundry, ran the dish washer, knitted, watched football, and called your sister. The animals approved the choice - I had at least one of them sleeping on me all day. They do love their mama.
It's 9:00 and I'm the last one awake. I want to put in a fairly full day tomorrow in my workroom, so I will join the sleeping mammals. Remember to come at 8:00 in the morning and help me move the furniture so I can paint!
Can't wait to see you,