08/02/2014
Good Morning one and all (and yes, it is early Saturday morning).
I somehow managed to sleep a grand total of 3 and a half hours, and lo and behold... I am awake!
I am not just the "let me roll over and think about it" kind of awake. It's the full blown "seriously, what the hell?" kind of awake. Insomnia- it's not just for stress anymore.
I remember the days that I could sleep and sleep, and I woke up feeling refreshed. Even better, I remember those days as a teenager that you woke up around noon, but you had all of those plans that usually carried you into the wee hours of the morning. To quote All in the Family - "Those Were the Days". Life has changed. Sleep begins to change as you get older - at least in my experience, it may be different for others. I find myself at a crossroads. Sleep and I have this love/hate relationship. I have days that I am tired and I can close my eyes and sleep feels like a warm blanket - gently pulling me in, holding me close, and filling my head and body with total relaxation. Other days,trying to sleep is like being a sugar-addled child. You trust that the child will eventually calm itself down, and rest or collapse; yet hours later, the gigantic rush of sugar still courses in your veins. Sleep then teases and taunts. You look at your alarm clock and think, "If I go to sleep now, I will get X amount of sleep." This goes on, sometimes until that alarm clock goes off. Thus your fabulous (not), totally refreshed (really?), unbelievably calm (oh my god) day begins. Isn't it great to be an adult?
So here I am - wide awake. What to do?
I COULD go through the unbelievable amount of stuff that I have been pulling from the house to my new apartment and decide what stays and what goes. But really? At 4:30 am, does this sound like the obvious choice? I could also attempt to go back to sleep - which is a mute point, since I have begun to consume coffee. I am considering a book and a little music. I don't know, but I am thinking I MAY have a book around here to read. For those who know me well, or read my Facebook page...quit your damn laughing already. I have a thing for books. It's the knowledge in general, but I enjoy all aspects and types of literature. I still have all of my German textbooks from college. Can I still read them? Well...sometimes. College dollars at work...German was my minor, which is endlessly amusing to me now. My daughter came home in high school, and asked me for help with her homework when she took German. It was kind of an epic fail on my part.
Yet, I digress. I am still pondering my early morning fate. It is not light outside yet, so a walk is out of the question. I can't ride my stationary bike, because I will wake the neighbors. The cat is looking at me with extreme amounts of attitude. I don't blame her. I don't want to be awake, but sleep is eluding me once again.
So, here I am. I have pretty much determined that reading is going to be the best course of action, now comes the other thing. I am often in the midst of 2 or 3 stories at once. Some say that this is confusing - well, only if you let it be. I have a story for every mood, a literary companion for my ever changing mind. It's just that I like to have a group of companions all at once.
I think I am going old school this morning, and will continue my quest to reread "The Stand". This is one of my favorite Stephen King novels. It's apocalyptic stuff, good versus evil - always a good read. I may mix it up with my guilty pleasure magazine - "Cosmopolitan"....shhhh, that's our little secret. I enjoy all the articles, and no, I am not just reading it for the ones that talk about sex. Jeez. You guys are a bunch of pervs. Really? Get your mind out of the gutter.
So, that's where I am at 4:54 am on a Saturday morning. Living La Vida Loca. Don't you wish you were me?
Until we meet again, my friends-
Angie
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