I am not here.
Provided our plane got off the ground yesterday without a hitch: Alongside my husband, I am far, far away.
On the opposite coast from the one I live on, actually.
And this little hop _might_ be the first leg of a much longer, long-term journey.
To get outta this place.
We shall see…
Continue readingI can hear his guitar over the whine of my hair dryer, and I can tell by the minor chording that he’s playing something blues/grass/y.
When I turn the dryer off I cock an ear to listen, and hear:
My old gal, she’s a sweet ol’ gal
She looks like a water fowl
I’ve got the Deep River Blues
…and I’m like, “?!”
Trotting to his doorway, I interrupt my hubby’s old-timey music session with a question: “I thought it was walks like, not looks like.”
And then, upon further thought, add: “And really, what’s he1 saying with that ‘water fowl’ business anyhow? That his lady love walks like a duck?”
“…or looks like one…” my husband adds, searching for the lyrics on his phone.
“So this song is about having the blues.”
“Yes.”
“Well, if his lady love has the basic qualities of a duck, it’s no wonder he’s got the blues!”
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I’m wide awake
Katy Perry
Insomnia is something that affects a wide range of people. My personal battle with insomnia started young — the hypervigilance I adopted because of the uncertainty and stressors of my home life as a child rooted sleepnesses deep in my psyche, and other life factors have impeded sleep ever since — and while I now have periods where I sleep fairly well, I also have nights where I’m so exhausted by my attempts to sleep that by the time morning comes and it’s okay for me to be awake, I feel like I need a nap.
Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
One Republic
Nights where I wake up multiple times between midnight and 5:00am are not uncommon.
This particular form of unrest hit its peak when my dog‘s health was in decline — she got dementia, poor thing; it was like having to constantly having to keep one ear cocked for a baby crying because she would freak.OUT in the middle of the night — but has continued off and on ever since. The aforementioned hypervigilance returned with a vengeance during that time and has rarely given me a rest (pun intended) since.
Now, though, instead of stress/tension/fear being the primary factor…
It’s age.
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Or, to sing a little sitcom ditty for those of you who prefer Olde Skool muzak:
neener neener neener neener — BATMAN!
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