I'm dog tired today. I stayed up writing last night, until I got too bogged down to focus. I planned to go straight to bed but got wrapped up in this documentary (um...yeah) about UFO sightings in the 1970s.
As a product of the 70s, myself, I thought this would be interesting, and slouched down in the recliner to watch.
In one part of the documentary a deputy was riding along in his Ford LTD cruiser *snicker*, and he saw lights off to his side, up on this access road. He thought it was a small plane or crop duster having trouble, so he turned off to head up there and offer assistance. Soon as he did, these extremely bright lights flashed in front of him, and collided with his car. He radio-ed in for help, saying something had slammed into his car. The other cops got there and noticed he was extremely confused. His watch, and the dashboard clock of the car, had frozen to the time of the accident, and the man had basically lost 14 minutes of time. Well, the car suffered some dents and dings - busted headlight, busted windshield, cracked siren light, and a ding on the hood - so the police station took it and shelved the car as "evidence". Yeah, yeah...
They left the car AS IS, and put it in a garage where it sits to this day untouched since the accident. The deputy was taken to the hospital, and treated for what basically amounts to "welder's burns" to his eyes. Yikes! Of course, nothing else has ever come of the case, leaving everything up to speculation, but it's interesting none the less and worth mention.
That was just one portion of the show, I was getting pretty sleepy about then, and watching something about a craft with blue lights when the next thing I know, hubby is tapping me on the foot (which is hanging over the side of the recliner and tingling from lack of circulation). I'd fallen asleep, and hubby wanted to know why I'd not yet come to bed.
It's a miracle I didn't dream about being abducted or some such thing. To be honest, when I hit the sack, I was out. I think it was around 2 AM I finally made it to bed? Anyway, Mini woke me up sometime around 6 or 7 AM and I vaguely recall murmuring something about, "Okay, go find daddy..." He did, and thank the saints I managed to log in another two hours worth of sleep. Bad enough, I have been like a zombie for most of the day. :P
It's been a loooong day. It didn't help that I learned of Rob Ashton's death. He's like my superman of romance cover models. Then there's the laundry that seems to have multiplied overnight. Ho hum. Friday, anyone? Where is Friday, and why isn't it here yet?
On to other things... AKA, more slackassedness from me to you. (With love!)
Thirteen Signs You're Tired (Okay, in reality it's 13 shining accomplishments I've managed today...you should all be so proud.)
1.) You read the same paragraph in a book over and over and over... and still can't remember what you've read.
2.) You have space out... moments at random. Huh?
3.) You can't remember where you put your coffee cup.
4.) You walk out of the house and realize you've forgot your shoes.
5.) You keep thinking you hear someone drive up in the front yard. Neighbors think you're nuts 'cause you keep looking out the window.
6.) You go to fill up a container of water for the dogs - and find it full, sitting on the counter 30 minutes later. (It's a two step process. TWO steps. Fill and POUR.)
7.) What was the question again?
9.)<----See that! See, tiredness. I screwed up the numbers! 8.)<----Ditto! (RATS!) 10.)Where the heck is that effing coffee cup??
11.)Doors become dangerous objects to yourself and others.
12.)13.) Dang it! I keep messing up the format right. Oh what the heck...
Happy Thursday, everyone!