Into the Garbage With Them!

Okay, Smellnell, I did what you -- and others -- suggested! And I found out I should have listened to old Benson. The restless leg crap began the moment I hit the sack a few nights ago, so I took one of those PILLS, and that's when the restless crap really hit the jackpot. Always I have been able to stop the problem by sitting up, but not that night. My legs were doing a jitterbug dance -- had to do so -- whether I was sitting or standing on my head. And I didn't think it was ever again going to stop! I hip-hopped from one end of the house to the other, back and forth, tried to use the computer to get my mind off it, and several hours later it all slowed down and finally ended. Since that night I have found getting up and reading or doing stuff on the computer quite pleasurable. Leaving my "ears" in the bedroom keeps me from hearing all the bumps and thumps from the Undead Room, and those ghostly things I see floating about are quite friendly--so far. And so far I haven't been able to sneak out an ice cream bar from the freezer -- in the dark even -- without alerting the cat. She insists on my leaving a bit of ice cream on the stick so she can lick it off. Then she heads back to Sandy's bed.