It’s not like I slept all day – yesterday’s walk around Reeds Lake…
Should I be worried? I got my new mattress Saturday. You may be bored with this subject, but think of it like the old adage about the man who was unhappy because he didn’t have shoes until he met someone without feet (sort of). Just listen and I promise I won’t mention it again…
So when the movers hoisted the thousand pound bookcase up not one, but two different stairwells, to get it into my apartment, I had decided that the dark, windowless inside bedroom would be a den/library/guest nook. It happens that this room is around a sharp corner and the movers (who were in no mood to be trifled with) decided for me, that the airy, be-windowed, larger room with the better closet would be the library. They even chose the wall for the bookcase and what was done was done.
The worried part is that my bedroom is now in a place so impenetrable when the lights are off, it’s like Kent’s Cavern. You could stare up at the blackness for eternity without your eyes ever getting used to the dark. It is the kind of hidey-hole I would have curled up in, with a good book and a woozy of wine for a “staycation” in the good old/bad old drinking days…
I’m not worried about drinking. But I am concerned I might lose my edge. I slept till 4 this morning, turned on a light to look at my watch and had a little conversation with myself, “Who will it hurt if you go back to sleep for a little while…you are getting sleepy…” I turned over till 7. It’s not like I slept till noon and woke with a hangover, covered in potato chip shrapnel, but…
It’s a beautiful day. I feel rested. Maybe I’ll start setting an alarm…
Today I’m not drinking because I am well rested and ready to start the day!!!!
