Discombobulated

I think that’s a word, anyway.
And it certainly describes me, today.
I could NOT get to sleep last night, no matter what, partly because I couldn’t find my iPod and I’m addicted to my nightly book-listening time. (After searching three floors, I finally found the missing item right where I’d left it–on the stair railing in the entry way. ) Yikes.
It was four a.m. when I closed my eyes and six a.m. when the dogs and kitties, who had slept just fine, thank you very much, decided it was time to start the new day.
A nap?
I’ve got to admit, that sounds pretty good right now.