So...it's really late. I'm exhausted. And I'm not at home.
I couldn't sleep last night because of the heat at my house. I had a long day at work. Then I had an event after work I had to go to. Then my mom called and asked me to please please PLEASE come to their house (about 45 minutes from me). So I did, but didn't get here till around 8:30.
Home is always an escapade. Tonight is no exception. I'm exhausted, but just came up to my bedroom to find that it has been transformed into a room in which to hang herbs. Given that both of my sisters are also home, I am stuck here, amongst the herbs.
I am sure there is something funny or profound in that. A proverb or something, right? "She who sleepeth among herbs shall know true _________." Or "She who sleepeth with rosemary and oregano shall find ______________." I'm not even sure what herbs they are. They look....dried.
I had this awesome post I was going to write, but it's going to have to wait for tomorrow. Between the hour and the escapade and the herbs, my thoughts are a little jumbled. Weird, right?