When you are tired or sick or lacking in oxygen (for one reason or another) you find yourself doing the silliest things.
When I was preparing biscuits for dinner the other night (to go along with a lovely soup that Mom had made, it was definitely soup weather) I was a little light-headed. (I haven’t been getting enough restful sleep at night and yesterday my lungs were a little tight for some reason.)
So I started to sing.
This in and of itself is not unusual in my family. There is always singing or humming or whistling or the playing of an instrument in this house (except at night when there had better be no playing of an instrument in the house).
It’s the song I was singing.
It was something about how the biscuits were baking and I couldn’t find the pink lemonade mix and had to fill up an old water jug to make the berry/pomegranate mix instead.
This song actually went on for something close to ten minutes where I also scolded the lemonade mix, in the song, for hiding from me.
Was a great afternoon for the light-headed.
Breathing In 