Sunday, January 27, 2013

Land of Nod

Anyone remember Chessie?
     This won’t come as a particularly interesting news flash for most of you, but the blog is supposed to be aimed at the more august among us, and I do want to share this exciting bit with our older readers:  Never lose faith.  It is possible, gang, even if only once a year. 
      Last night I slept eight hours, right through.


  1. Man am I jealous. Since the surgery I have not slept more than 4ish hours without being awoken by my knee. Mazel Tov!

  2. My own experience is that sleep became an undependable commodity at about age 30 (I'm now 57). So my felicitations on your uninterrupted 8 hours are not just lip service. Congratulations.