After waking up a half hour ago and fretting about having to rip up my bathroom wall (and perhaps the kitchen ceiling beneath), I gave up and got up to brew some homemade cocoa to help get back to sleep. I puttered in the kitchen putting it together, put the milk away--and then stopped, surprised to see it still on my cook table.
Oh. I'd put the cocoa powder back into the fridge, instead.
If I'm that tired, why can't I sleep?
Oh. I'd put the cocoa powder back into the fridge, instead.
If I'm that tired, why can't I sleep?