Last night, I lit a memorial candle for my Mom. It hasn’t been a full year but this goes by the Jewish calendar, so light I did. I had to put it into the bathroom, overnight, so Wesley wouldn’t go crazy with the flickering on the stove…or more likely, so I wouldn’t lose sleep, worrying about Wesley going crazy with the flickering, jumping onto the stove and potentially burning down the house.
This morning, while I was chatting away to the candle (nuts much?) and refilling my pill box (I don’t care what people think but if you take more than one pill a day, these things are great) I went to cover one of the pill bottles with a small hotel soap. As I was laughing at that small glitch, I took another bottle and started shaking them out to put them in pill box.
If I hadn’t been paying attention – as if I was paying any attention at all, in the first place – I would be sleeping right now, instead of blogging. You see, I was shaking out Ambien, instead of allergy pills.
I’m guessing it would have put a damper on the bowling banquet, tonight.
Now I’m heading out to Sephora, so I can buy eye cream that I’ll try to use as hand moisturizer, and body wash that I’m sure I’ll grab to wash my hair.
I sure do miss my Mom.