Trundle What?

My husband asked me if I was talking again. Since my stomach had been rumbling this morning, I thought that was what he meant, and answered, “No, I don’t think so.” That’s when he tells me that I’ve been talking in my sleep again…really?

Apparently this morning it had something to do with “trundle”, and I only know one trundle, as in trundle bed. We don’t have a trundle bed, so now I’m thinking ‘what was in my dream?’ No idea, really, as I awakened somewhat miffed to find it out it was already 9 a.m. Usually, by 9 a.m., I’ve had two huge cups of coffee, answered a gazillion comments, and finished my political blog, so this morning there was nothing accomplished passed having had a conversation in my sleep about a “trundle?”

Talk about you wasted mornings. Perhaps sleeping until noon, might be a better strategy. Then he and I might have finished the conversation about “trundle” and I would know what in the heck had happened in my dream, not that I really care, you understand? This is turning out to be a strange weekend, where the dreams of my early mornings and late afternoon seem to be as worthy as my efforts at the keyboard.

Yesterday was not without a strategy, but it could have been ill-thought, at that. I got the laundry done…shh, the whites are still in the dryer. Did two loads of dishes; one must clean out the fridge once a week, and mopped the laundry room floor. I had aspirations of cleaning the outside of the old refrigerator so that we can take pictures; put it on Craig’s list, possibly selling it. As with the best laid plans of mice of and men, that was a lost cause. My nap interrupted all other plans made for the day. The trappings of working from home; if it doesn’t get done today, it can wait until tomorrow—sometimes getting done 6 months down the line.

Note to self, that refrigerator cannot wait 6 months to get sold; you have cabinets that you cannot get too because it’s in the way. Maybe this afternoon…maybe, or maybe not…time will tell???