I awoke later than I had planned this very frigid Wednesday morning. As I tried to extricate myself from a wonderfully warm bed, I promptly whacked my right orbital socket on hubby's elbow (he was sleeping on his left side facing me). Talk about seeing stars! He apologized profusely, which I appreciated, but let's face it - it wasn't really anyone's fault. Dark bedroom, sleepy Bookbabe... the combination just didn't work this morning.
I'm hoping my day gets better, and I'm really hoping I didn't hit myself hard enough to have a black eye later. Sheesh.
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