Sleepy in London town

I got a bad case of the sleepies today.  Ugh!!
I was up at 7:00 am, sending a YouTube video to a friend whose secret dream is to sing lounging on a piano! LOL  (She's such a hoot!! :-D)  I sent her -- for all us old fogies who remember such things -- Cher singing V-A-M-P in a bright red evening gown stretched out on an upright piano.  I've linked it below.  Fun, fun, fun! :-D

The boys got their chores done, and school work started, and I got busy piecing my Batik Stars -- a project I started back in September at my first Friday Night Sew In (and there's gonna be two of these in December, the 10th and the 17th! Thanks a million, Heidi!) -- so it was looking like a very productive day.

And then, out of the blue, I was attacked by a viscious case of the sleepies!!! 

 Head lolling, eyes drooping, drool...

Well, no drool, but it's a thousand wonders there wasn't!!

I can't figure out where it came from! I got in bed at 11:30 the night before -- WAY early for me....

I had eaten a nice cinnamon and raisin bagel with a dab (more like a dollop, really) of cream cheese.  Bottle of water (I'm trying to cut the soft drinks so I don't look like the Goodyear Blimp when Jeff comes home).  No meds to make me drowsy.  No heavy labor to make me fatiqued (unless you count the deep cleaning of my sewing room yesterday -- a long overdue project that included a little furniture moving, but nothing heavy as the sewing machine table and TV are on rollers!)

There were no options! Into my room and under the "healing quilt" I went!  All the time thinking (in deep King James soporific tones), "Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep; So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man."  (Proverbs 6:10-11)

Sigh.

And on the heels of that, I could hear my Dad... When we (my sister and I shared a bed when we were young) would oversleep, he would come into the room, grab the quilts at the bottom corners and fan them up and down 'til the breezes on our backsides had us scrambling to put feet on the floor!! All the time, he'd grin and quote, "Awake, O sleepers! and arise from the dead...!" (Ephesians 5:14).

Baptist deacons have weird senses of humor.
I'm just sayin'.
Can I get a witness!?! :-D

Even so, I gave in.
ZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz

....Two hours later

I returned to the land of the living. Batik Stars here I come! Lunch for the boys! Papers to grade.  Projects to finish.

And "miles to go before I sleep."

Blessings!

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


And for all those who dream of vamping it up on a piano, here's Cher!