After getting almost no sleep the night before, I slept pretty good last night. I woke up at 7:45 and thought, " Oh good! I can be at Abby's right when she opens at eight." But I could hardly move. I knew the house was cold but my covers were warm. Jimmy was curled up underneath the top cover atop the side of my chest, Chicago was tucked in alongside my head. I felt snug and comfy. I closed my eyes again, dozed off and pretty much kept them closed until 9:45. Then I came straight over here to Abby's, walked through the door and found two cowboys at the bar. John and Tim. I ordered an omelette and it was damn good.
Now I await my toast, which is dessert to me. I will eat it, slowly sip my coffee, and then, given the fact that I have a tremendous amount to do between now and when I leave for Barrow Monday afternoon, I will get at it.
Text added at 11:57 AM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 47 and counting.