Monday, June 20, 2011

Once You Begin to Sleep

The good part is that you look different.  People comment and say that your skin looks smoother; that you look prettier.  I do find myself looking in the mirror and thinking, “You look GOOOOOOOOD!”

The bad part is that sleep is like a drug.  Now that I am getting more of it, my body does not want to return to the thrilling days of yesteryear (or at least last month), when I was fully functional (if a bit shaky) on three hours of sleep a night.  I started slowing down at 10:30 this evening.  It’s only 1:00 now, and I’m done.

I still have no Internet.  I really need to just splash out and get it.  Tomorrow, though, I’m going to try stopping at Whitmore Library and using the wi-fi there so I can get this posted. 
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OK!  I'm at Whitmore, huddled in a scrap of sidewalk shade behind a trash can. The library doesn't open until 10!  10!  Crimeny.  I can kind of see the monitor - mostly I can see the dust on the monitor and not much behind it, so pardon my spelling.  

I am hanging in there and so glad that I still have some readers.  Thanks, friends!  I will try to find a way to post every day again.  I have a lot to say, but since I have't been posting each day, I'm log-jammed.  Let me set my little mental lumber-jack loose here and see if I am more limber tonight.  At the moment, my butt is cold from the sidewalk. 

That reminds me of a poster my friend Julia was describing to me.  There are two chocolate Easter bunnies on it.  One has had its ears eaten off; the other has a missing tail.  One has a thought-bubble that says, "Man!  My butt hurts!"  The other says, "WHAT?" 

My butt hurts.

Say, "WHAT?"

3 comments:

  1. Yay for sleep!

    I haven't read anybody's blogs in weeks, so I'm quietly pleased you don't have 20 entries with all sorts of news that I've totally missed out on. No idea if that is reassuring or not, but there it is.

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  2. Glad you're around. Funny the little things that we miss when we don't have them, like the internet...

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  3. Hee hee for the bunnies!
    Don't worry about us, Kate; we'll always be here. Just catch up on that wonderful sleep and let it help clear the logjam from your brain.
    Sleep is gooood. The older you get, the less you think about partying, the more you think about thread count and goose down.
    Relax and let medicinal sleep do its work.

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