Sleep is ILLEGAL



Once again, I find myself too wound up at nights so I can't really go to sleep. Phones, TV, answering machines, radios...all these might be off, but you couldn't tell my body to relax if you tried. I still feel sluggish, achey, and utterly exhausted. The hour commute to and from work doesn't help either. I think I would need an entire week of sleeping until 2 or 3 in the afternoon to catch up. I even feel a stress cold coming on, which is only hastened by--SURPRISE!!!--lack of sleep.



So, instead, I will try to make myself feel better by playing my RealPlayer music thingie. I've downloaded a few good cd's into my PC (God I wish I had a Mac at work), so that will have to keep me amused. And as for pumpkin picking? Fuhgettaboutit!!! I hear my redhead's mother is going to be there. This is waaaaay too soon to be meeting parents, so forget that. His father made fascism a healthy-looking activity from what I hear. Yeeeesh, that's a little too close to what the men in my family were like. I hope "tendencies" aren't passed down through DNA or I'm running for my life. So, pumpkins with two siblings, a wife of 15 years, 2 kids, and "Mother", I really and truly don't belong there. A rather astute friend of mine commented that this meeting might simply be derived from their need to "feel me out". Hey, at least I know their curiosity might go along with deeper issues and behaviors. I've figured it out without the requisite doubtful headaches.



In other news, my holiday teas will soon be making an appearance in Duane Reade. Sugar Plum Spice and Nutcracker Sweet are two of my favorite blends that are only available from mid-October to January. They are decorated with Christmas scenes and are truly delicious. Sugar Plum is a blend of berries and cinnamon spice, Nutcracker is a vanilla-hazelnut infused black leaf tea. Both are scrumptious. I can feel the baking bugs biting me, I looked at my loaf pans the other day. A giant batch of carrot cake or banana bread is coming on, kiddies. My redhead brought me a box of Mallomars and I yelped with joy--straight into the freezer they went. They will stay in exile until tonight when I will sneak a few.



The ice is going down in Rockefeller Center, always a sign of the seasons. Tickets for Radio City are on sale now, and I'm going to refer back to my Amazon recommendations for new cookbooks. Looks like I'm spending Thanksgiving at home this year so I can go to work the next day. I'm still taking the day after Christmas off. After all, it's my astute friend's birthday. Old Navy, anyone?