Thus barricaded, I put on my night mask. Unable now to see, I reach over and fumble around to try to find the little metal pull-chain to turn off my nightlight. Then I say my prayers and drift off to sleep. I wish. The problem is my brain. My brain has fooled around all day doing nothing remotely constructive, but it now suddenly goes to work. It begins by analyzing the day’s events. . . then moves on to solving the world’s problems. . . then it runs through the things I have planned for the next day, which includes trying to remember if I was mad at anyone that day that I should remember to be mad at tomorrow. After all that, I have to get up and go to the bathroom. Fast forward to morning. When I go to bed, I’m lying north and south, with my head at the top of the bed.When I wake up, I’m lying east and west at the bottom of the bed. My head is on the pillow designated for my LEGS. My cats are asleep on the pillows designated for my head. The blankets are all on the floor, and I’m all tangled up in my sheet. Sometimes I think I get more exercise at night than I do at the gym.
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