Falling off the wagon into a pit of pillows

I've been turning my alarm OFF. Not just snoozing, but turning it OFF! I sleep in. I love it. I've got a stressful bit of stuff happening at work... sleep is my therapy. Is that an excuse? No. I'm just lazy and I can't handle life so I try to sleep through it when I can. Is that the truth? Oh my.

I love the bed. I love to sleep.

On a positive note, we are getting some light-filtering shades for the bedroom so that the morning light will come in. Right now I have a doubled up, very thick, flannel sheet (artfully arranged). It blocks most of the light and makes it so I think it's still nighty-night time when in fact, it's well past 6:08 am.

Okay, this is my first night blog. I'm staying up too late trying to finish up a few work-related items. Lame? Sort of. The sad thing is, I'm getting a response from about half the e-mails I"m sending so I have company. Off to bed. My husband is waiting for me, probably annoyed that my low-paying job is taking precedence over our personal goals once again.