It is 1 in the afternoon and I am still in my jammies (leave me alone Google Chrome!), dammit! I also still feel like I have cotton for brains. Is it the weather (cold front with rain) or is it the middle-of-the-night-sex that woke me up two nights ago? If only we lived closer to where my hubby worked. Then, he could come home for a little afternoon delight and I would get the endorphin’s (Google Chrome tells me I need the apostrophe, are they correct?) when I need them, not when I don’t. Since I can’t seem to get going in the a.m. and I’ve decided to be kinder to myself on this aspect, I’m going to have to completely revamp my schedule. I think it was too much to ask for anyway. Thanks to Jodi Ambrose for making me feel better about my night owl ways (http://jodiambroseblog.com/2012/09/22/tirade-time-oh-yeah-its-on-dont-read-if-you-dont-like-cussing-for-the-sheer-fun-of-cussing/). I used to be a morning person and the fibromyalgia and insomnia happened and I just can’t do it anymore. Vampires, I mean, Fibro-fighters, unite!