I woke up at 2:00 Saturday morning and realized that I was sleeping on a rock.
My arm ached, because the good Lord intended for everyone to sleep on comfortable mattresses, and not on the stones.
I flipped over and reached with my good arm under the throbbing arm to grab the rock and throw it out of the bed, and that’s when I realized that low! The sleeve on my T-shirt had somehow wadded itself into a blob the size of a golf ball, and THAT was my problem. I yanked all the fabric straight, and sighed in relief.
And all I have for you tonight is two simple words.
Peas and scrunched-up T-shirt sleeves drive us nuts while we’re trying to sleep.