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“Why do I do this? Polish my nails at 3 am when I could have worn closed toe shoes?”

Obviously my subconscious brain is worried about sandals because truly, there is no logical reason to polish toes in the middle of the night…..

I thought I had broken this 40-something-hormonal habit- but no, it has apparently returned. Three nights in a row. I am running out of dishes to avoid washing. So last night I gave myself a pedicure. Picture this– I am sitting on the floor with my legs straight in front of me. I have a red wool blanket tented over my shoulders. Our house is always arctic. My toes are numb. They are separated with pink rubber thingys.

 

 I look like a web-footed igloo. Bored watching paint dry, I open my laptop. Not interested in doing “work stuff”, I decide to click onto “birthday calculators”. I actually feel like I may have stumbled onto something enlightening; I even hear myself saying, “cool, this describes me”……. until I realize I am on someone’s personal dog astrology website.

 Woof-woof. How did I get here? ZZZZZzzzzzzz……..

 Getting to know you: What is the most random thing you have ever done in the middle of the night?