Tired Tired Tired

Yesterday we went on an all-day bus trip to see two well-known public gardens/arboretums in the Pasadena area.  This necessitated me getting up at 4 a.m.  I've never been a morning person, although the older I've become, it's become a little easier.  There were days when I wouldn't have been able to wake up at all at that time and I would have been a horrid grouch for the first 3 hours and most likely the rest of the day if I did.  But I woke up with no problem because I'd already BEEN AWAKE SINCE 2:20 AM!!!!!  So after only 4 hours sleep I went and tramped around gardens most of the day, spend 7 hours in the bus, and got home a little before 9 p.m.  But the good news is I actually slept all night long last night, instead of my usual 5-7 hours.  I didn't even make it all the way through "Lost."  (I *hope* the recorder was getting it).  

Now I have the whole wonderful day blank before me.  I'm dying to go to the nursery and see if I just *have* to have some more plants for the garden, and otherwise I'm bound and determined to break through this writer's block or whatever it is and get some writing done.  Plus I think I've a story to sub somewhere.  

Tomorrow I get to baby-sit!  I haven't seen my grandbaby since Sunday--Ack ack, Hunter withdrawals.  He's starting to smile and coo and sleep a little better.  Yep, getting to the fun stuff.