Hi! Yeah. So here’s the thing. I’m am up to my backside in alligators and working twelve to fourteen hour days.
Something’s gotta give.
Unfortunately it’s my favorite blog.
I’m going on a short hiatus, about a week, while I search for my sanity.
I’ll let you know if I find it. I wouldn’t lay money on it.
Don’t give up on me, I’ll be back.
Toodles!
Sleep. What a beautiful thing it is. When it happens.
During my early life, sleep was never an issue for me. I would lay down, think up a story or something in my head, and soon I’d drift into good sleep. Then I’d sleep many good solid hours and I’d wake up feeling fine.
In my twenties when I dated a blues musician and I used to attend his gigs which often ended at 2am. I’d go home and get up and be at work by 8am. I’d work a full day, then come home, go to bed by 7pm, sleep something like twelve hours and be fine. How audacious.
That’s how easy sleep has always been for me until the last five years or so. Now sleep is an elusive thing. A will-o’-the-wisp that seems to dance at the periphery, just out of grasp.
I still go to sleep with relative ease, but staying asleep, that’s a whole other matter.
I have consulted with professionals on this matter. The answer? “Well, you know, it’s common for women of a certain age to have this problem.”
Bah! I know plenty of women my age who sleep just fine through the night. I also know quite a few women who struggle like me. Men too.
So last night, as I lay there in my familiar bed in my still unfamiliar home, not sleeping at 3am, I started feeling like I am going crazy. Seriously. The thoughts went like this:
“I am going insane. I mean…truly insane. I am not sure I can keep a grasp on the little bit of sanity I have left. Wait, is someone who is going insane aware of that they are going bugnutty? Or does the slide into crazyville go unnoticed? How does one go insane? Probably like that old saying, slowly and then quickly. If I slip my nut does that mean I have to go into an institution? How will The Good Man deal with that? He would not be happy to have me in a hospital, pent up and pulling at the tethers holding me down while shouting strange things.”
Of course, all of that kind of obsessive thinking does NOTHING to help sleep show up again.
So I got up for a while and The Feline joined me. She had a snack, I looked at email on my phone (with the brightness at the lowest possible setting).
After a while we trooped to the bathroom together and then went back to bed. The Feline was snoring within minutes. Sleep was a little more elusive for me.
I woke up with my alarm and reassessed my situation. Am I going insane? I asked The Good Man. He reminded me that lack of sleep sure feels like a short ride into crazyville.
Today, just past lunch time, sitting at my desk, I feel fine. Reasonably sane and a fairly normal working drone. I am tired but I don’t feel like my sanity is at stake.
All is well.
Until 3am rolls around again and I’m tearing at the sheets desperately trying to find sleep.
Photo by superburg and used royalty free from stock.xchng.
*blink* Ow!
*shrug* oooouch!
*wiggle little toe* aiiyyeeeeeee!
Ah yes, folks, the unmistakable sounds of a post-move body.
Everything hurts. My arms and legs are bruised all to heck and my knee is making a crunching sound it didn’t used to make.
In my younger days, I would bounce back from this sort of event within a day or two and go on about my day. Today I have to remind myself to get up from my desk at least once an hour or I will surely become locked up like the Tinman.
When the alarm clock went off this morning I muttered “should have taken today off” but alas, I didn’t.
For a work day, I have to say this morning was pretty nice. Instead of my usual 45 minutes to an hour commute across busy roads and over a bridge, today my commute was just 13 minutes (I timed it) on surface streets.
That right there makes a few days (weeks?) of sore muscles all worth it.
So far we are loving our new pad. A lot. On Sunday we took a short walk in the neighborhood and managed to meet the neighborhood kook. She’s a friendly kook, but a kook nonetheless.
I happen to think knowing the local kook is an important part of settling in to any neighborhood.
So for now we are still living out of boxes, but we’ve even put a pretty good dent in that work. All in, I’d have to say the whole move went really well.
It was, dare I say…a smooth move? (*snicker, snort, guffaw*)
Onward to this sunny Spring Monday. May you all have a song in your heart and a bounce in your step.
Image found here.
While I am thinking about the crazy things happening in the amazing town of Boston right now, I have to also step back from new coverage. It freaks me out and hypes me up and that’s exactly what these media agencies want from me.
So here’s my solution (image from mlkshk.com and found via friend of the blog @ReenieWeenie on Twitter)
Yeah. That seems to work best.
In other news….
Sorry for being a MIA the past several days. There’s a lot of stuff going on including crazy stuff at work (for FB friends the gopher chewing through a key fiber link was just the beginning) and The Good Man and I are moving to a really cool new pad, but right now life is boxes. Bleah.
But! Today the weather is gorgeous and those I love are safe and healthy. For that I have gratitude. Meanwhile I wish for the best resolution possible for this Boston situation.
Happy Weekend!
Kinda hard to be a resident of the San Francisco Bay Area and not sing Journey’s little ditty a few thousand times.
This weekend my best friend in the whole wide world came to visit. On Thursday morning I felt lost, but by Thursday afternoon when her plane landed I was starting to find my center once more.
One of the things we did this weekend was have a knockout dinner Friday night at San Francisco’s venerable Tadich Grill.
Then we wandered down to the Embarcadero to check out the new art display taking place nightly on the Bay Bridge.
It looked a little bit (exactly) like this:
The Golden Gate Bridge usually gets all the love, with poetic odes to shimmering orange paint where the bay meets the sea, but the Bay Bridge is the real jewel of the Bay Area in my opinion. It is the hardest working bridge and still manages to be a knockout. Pretty, functional and smart. That’s my girl.
This new light show by artist Leo Villareal is simply adding sparkle to an already gorgeous masterpiece.
It was a beautiful warm spring night in my City by the Bay. It’s days like that where my New Mexico heart is filled with San Francisco joy, and every little thing seems just right with the world.
Photo Copyright 2013, Karen Fayeth, and subject to the Creative Commons license in the right column of this page. Taken with a Canon Rebel and a thirty second exposure. Touched up a little in Photoshop Elements.