I hate it when I can’t sleep or when it’s a restless sleep or I sleep like the dead. Today I was so tired that I had a hard time calming my body down to rest. Finally I drifted off. But I woke four hours later hungry so I got up and fixed a PB&J sandwich, chips, and a drink. Ate the sandwich and watched the last of one of the Minor League movies with Scott Bakula. Back in bed within a half hour and I slept really well. Somewhere in all this I moved from deep sleep to a coma. I dreamed that I was trying to get something to eat and my family was being a pain in the ass and that I was very frustrated. This wasn’t a “I’m sorta in this dream” dream but it was real. Right down to workers eating fried onions right out of the containers that they served the guests. I woke at 930 tonight with several thoughts on my mind. Where’s Chris? Is he late for work? Am I late for work? Turns out it was only 930 pm and Chris was dressed and watching TV in the living room. Neither one of us was late.
However, I woke up very slowly like usual and felt like molasses had been poured through my veins. I also woke fairly agitated. My soul felt worked up and aggravated. I’m still in a cranky mood. Which means no one should, or would, be near me. I’m a bear. I’m passive-aggressive, cranky, foul-mouthed, upset, pissed off, and generally not someone you wish to talk to you. Chris, however, has to live with this mood. Please pray for him.
Hun, please forgive me while my body straightens up or down or sideways or whatever it needs to do. All I need is just a little patience…


