I went back to sleep this morning.
That doesn’t happen very often, to be honest. I am usually up very early, as has always been my way. I got this trait of being a morning person from my dad, who was always up bright and early, and always claimed he did his best work before noon.
I haven’t been feeling well lately. I’ve had this tonsillitis mess, which has morphed into this constant low-level headache, which wears me out. I’ve missed Julie a lot, we haven’t seen each other for almost two weeks now and it’s making me mental and has got me out-of-sorts. Her overall improvement is paramount before my needs, obviously.
Usually when I roll over first thing in the morning, the cats stir and start yowling for breakfast. They did that this morning when I rolled over to check my phone (3:33 AM). I ignored it. I could hear the snow mixed in with sleet that was falling, and it was peaceful. My mind, which usually whirs with activity first thing, was not quite ready to face the morning. I started to remember how thankful I am for a lot of things in my life. I’m very lucky in a few respects. I need to keep reminding myself about that.
I breathed deep and even. My mind went to a peaceful place and I went back to sleep for almost 90 minutes. It was a great thing to wake up and see a 5 as the first number on the clock.
It's kind of all over the place. It's casual. It's scruffy.
