Countin' Calves...NOT Sheep

 

Last night I was wide awake, like after 3:30 am type of wide awake. I've been on the puny side this week and went to the doctor for the first time in a looong time. The combinations of medication I am taking, had me playing on Instagram, reading Twitter, browsing Pinterest, playing on Rhonna Designs app (picture above) and using all my lives on Candy Crush as well as reading all about bronchitis and sinus infections and side effects of drugs to treat these ailments till the morning hours.

 

I flipped and flopped, tossed and turned, starting at 8:00 pm. Somewhere along the way, I started counting calves. Calves, you ask? Not sheep? Well, you see, when I was a wee little girl and couldn't sleep, my dad told me to count calves. We raised cattle, not sheep.

 

Now you ask what this picture has to do with counting calves? Way back when (I was 3 or 4), my family had cows in the pasture on the right of this dead end lane and my grandparent's herd was on the left. In my childhood imagination, when I counted calves, they were always climbing under the barbed wire fence on the right, crossing this road and then slinking under the fence to go to Granddaddy's place. So now when I have a sleepless night, I still count calves the same way!

 I got my medicine changed today and I am feeling better than earlier in the week. So hopefully when the sun goes down tonight, I will be ready to fall asleep. If not, I'll be counting more calves!