Insomnia again

Okay, it's 4:23a.m. and I'm in front of my computer after pretending to sleep for the past two hours. This is bad because it means that I won't be as fresh as I should be for rehab; depsite the fact that I wll nap mid-morning to, "Get caught up," which is a myth, as you can't make up for lost sleep, or so the sleep specialists now tell us. Oh, goody.

I used to be a sleep specialist. I could sleep through anything; earthquakes, thunderstorms, wind, you name it, I slept through it. Go ahead, turn the volume up; I dare you to try to wake me up . . . ain't gonna happen. The only time I did wake up was years ago during one of our larger earthquakes in L.A. Our youngest daughter, Kelsey, was still a baby in her crib in our room and at that time I was normally sleeping on the right side of our bed near the open doorway. Kelsey has always been sensitive and almost hyper-aware of her surroundings, which is one of her many attributes as she seems to have the sixth sense that people talk about - just like Anne. She had been restless that night, so I went into the other room into the spare bed. When the quake hit it was strong enough to jar me out of my normal comatose stupor and I (with cat-like reflexes) leapt into action . . . forgettting that the spare bed was up against the left wall in that room and almost knocking myself out as I jumped into the wall; this was long before Fred the tumor, too, so I had no built-in excuse, as I, "Conveniently," do now. No permanent damage was done to the wall or my body . . . only my pride . . . but it has made for good laughs since.

Although I am wrestling with the insomnia, I would be lying if I said that I did not enjoy the time it creates to write this blog, drink my coffee and reflect on my blessings, of which I have many. It is both fun and therapeutic, just as I had hoped. Make it a great week!