I have these nights where I can not sleep. I’ve had a lot of them lately. Too many.
Last night was one of them. I
went to bed at 10:30 and laid there until after 11:30 listening to John snoring,
jealous of his sleep. I got up and read
for a while…. I had a good book I’d started and thought I’d read just a little
bit until I was more asleep…. At 2:15 I
finished the book. I was going to check
email, but decided that I might find something I didn’t want to read or
something that would turn my brain on even more so I resisted. (I did send one, but did not read what was in
the inbox.)
Then I climbed back in bed, my toes were getting cold and
I decided that it was time to try again.
At 3:30 John woke up for a trip to you-know-where, then crawled back in
bed and resumed his snoring. I listened
to his every breath and eventually fell asleep myself. I was up at 8 only because I set my alarm to
get me up. I don’t remember John getting
up and going to work, so I must have had a few good hours of sleep.
But I’m in a total fog so far today, I can’t get my brain in
gear and my body… well let’s just say I will probably spend the day resisting
the bed… I don’t even think I will go in there to make it… it’s calling me… but
I will not listen to it, not until tonight when I hope I can snore along with John.
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Marge