Body says nope.

I had grand plans yesterday evening of hitting the Blue Moon and maybe even shopping for groceries. But when I got home from a burger & shake with my son — his treat — my toes were really numb, and not comfortably. And I thought ski socks & riding boots would be enough.

So there I was in bed before 1800. The sensation did return to my toes, but as soon as it did, I fell asleep. For five hours.

I stayed awake for about three hours after that.

Then I slept for four more hours. It's been a while since my body overruled my plans so decisively.

That's right, I was in bed for twelve hours and slept for nine of them. I think I'll be grocery shopping this morning. Yes, I could do it on my bike with a messenger bag, but I don't want to risk crushing delicate produce.