I can't say that my brain is free of this fuzzy feeling but I did have a good nap with Murphy.
It's like having a warm, breathing stuffed animal under my arm. Reminds me of a stuffed tiger I had, as a child, that for some reason, only understood by a six year old mind, I named Llama.
I needed to find the little screw driver. Now, I have a widget that a dear friend gave me that's supposed to be easier to use to take out the screw on that plate, on the sewing machine, but I can't find that so I needed to find the little screwdriver. The drawer where I keep my tools (grunt, grunt, grunting here) is in the kitchen. My set of screwdrivers are blue and yellow striped. That's to make it easy for me to find them when they go on walk-about and end up outside or in the shop or garage.
While the drawer was open and a coughing fit came on me I forgot why I was standing there and suddenly noticed an unopened package of birthday candles.
I remember Hayden and I buying them when we thought we would be celebrating her brother's birthday down here. I guess something came up, I can't remember but we didn't celebrate his birthday down here.
Well, if I have the candles I bet I have the cake mix. That led to opening cabinet doors to find the cake mix and confetti icing, in a can. Obviously, all chosen by an eight year old and applauded by her sixty year old grandmother.
Hmmmmmmmmm, let's see.........my head is fuzzy, I'm still coughing........my friends didn't even want me to come with them to the art museum because I sounded so awful..........seems to be that's a perfect time for somebody to make a cake for me. Oh yeah, I guess that somebody is going to have to be me.
Well, if I'm going to bake a cake then I'm going to use the candles and celebrate I'm Your Muse Day.
Maybe I should cut back on the cough syrup, you think?
Well, happy Muse Day to you.