"......It's 4 in the morning.....dadum, dumm... dadumm,dumm"

There's an old country music song "It's 4 in the Morning" that is seeming quite appropriate right now, because it is 4 in the morning. I have been awake for about a couple hours now and would like to get sleepy enough to go back to bed before it is time to get up. All the "bloomin" trees, and you may take that however you like, have put my sinuses into quintessential overtime. I CAN'T BREATHE!!!!!! And when I lay down I cough. I had a bit of what ever son, Bob and little granddaughter, Donna Jean , decided to share through their germs from this past week of visiting with us. But I thought it was under control, but I guess today's outing of going to Grandpa's work to see the cool fire engines and shopping for Bob's family stock-up, to take back to the mountains of Sublette County, WY may have put me over the top on head congestion and severe post nasal waterfall (that's when it is way more than a drip). I have been taking my allergy pill at bedtime and before I got up, like 2 something, I used the nose spray about 6 times.

I need sleep!!!

I have way too much to do Thursday to go around lethargic and exhausted!!! What am I talking about, it is Thursday, but I can't get busy on things I need to do because it would involve some noise and lights and there are others sleeping, like hubby; who has alrady been sleep deprived from lots of extra people in the house, my coming to bed late because of extra people in the house, and then coughing and snoritng and blowing......and well you get the picture. So, here I am in front of the computer screen, squinting from its brightness and crooking my neck to see the darkened keyboard and what I'm writing because I don't have my glasses on ........

Before I slough (or is it sluff) back to bed, one thought about human shortcomings.

Ever notice how we all complain about something in our lives that makes or made us feel small or insignificant. Or some way we or someone esle, were treated, which we make loud verbal protests about. I recently had chance to hear someone snap impatiently at a child, without any explanation to the child or any real reason for the attitude toward the child, other than egotsical selfishness on their part; then hear the same person just a few hours later expound on their total dislike and disgust of being treated similarly while growing up. (Small Note Here: At present their chroni;ogical age is still considerably young and their maturness is considerably even younger.) However, it is a good lesson for all. Why should we believe anyone else would like to be treated any less than we would ourselves? Regardless of age, station or whatever. Many times those who err have done so because of the examples provided to them. Maybe we should all stop concentrating on who did what to us and start concentrating on what and how we do to who.