I took four days off over the July 4th weekend. I slept in each day — till 7:00 or even 7:30. On one of those days I slept 8.5 hours. On the other days, I slept a little more than 7 hours. 6.5 hours on Wednesday night. I spent the extra in-bed time being restless or awake.
The living room lights dim at 9:00 p.m. I get ready for bed, climb into the clean sheets and prop up the pillows.
I bought these pillows after enjoying them at the Sheraton on the plaza in Kansas City. The sheets are 100% cotton percale. I read for at least 30 minutes — often one of the cozy mysteries I receive for free because I am supposed to review them. I am hundreds of books behind on my reviews.
Maybe a bad conscience interferes with my sleep.
But more likely it’s too much screen time, too little time outdoors, too much caffeine, too little exercise, too much sugar, too little couple time.
Last night my husband came in at 2:00 a.m. and woke me up. After that, I spent another four hours in bed, including a solid hour and 40 minutes of sleep. It felt like fitful sleeping amid dreams of Andrew Yang and the supporters whose votes don’t really count that much.
I had a very relaxing long weekend. Yesterday I got the first leg of Charlotte’s dungarees done, made some soap, cut out the print top, and added some gelatin to the lemon mousse left over from the 4th of July.
The mousse, made from eggs, cream, sugar, and lemon juice, had begun to separate. I squeezed some fresh orange juice, dissolved some unflavored gelatin in the juice one medium heat, and whisked it into the mousse. The raspberries fell apart and made the mixture pink and the blueberries got distributed throughout. I ended up with a lovely Bavarian cream. I thought about making a sponge cake and adding the mousse layer to the top in order to practice my pastry skills, but instead I ate it with cookies.
I did a bit of work, but I still have some catching up to do this morning. #1 son and his crew are coming for dinner and we will try to make a Rubik’s Cube cake with fondant. And of course there’s a full day’s work in there, too.
I’m refreshed and ready to get back to work.