Wanderin' Thoughts

I didn’t have a good night last night. Firstly, I drank a Diet Coke just before I went to bed. A few years ago, that wouldn’t have affected me at all. Like, there was a time when I could drink a double espresso and drop off to sleep like it weren’t no thing. But those days are long past me now. Maybe it’s age, or maybe it’s because I’ve cut way back on my caffeine. Either way I shouldn’t be drinking something like that so late in the evening. Even with my sedating medications, my mind was racing well into the wee hours of the morning. The last time I looked at the clock, it was midnight thirty.

That plus the time change just messed me up. I take about a week to get over the time change on either side of it. So I’m still all blah… But doggos don’t care what time the clocks say; they want to do what they want to do when they’re used to doing it. And I’m hip to that. I’m slowly but surely nudging them towards the “proper” time because, like it or not, we live by the clock. Having said that, I can’t tell them, “Hey, it’s four in the morning, which is way too early to be standing outside in my nightclothes.” You know? Because they’re like, “We don’t care, we need to go outside… now.”

And because I knew that they would want to go out so early in the morning, that kept me awake. It’s like my brain went into anticipation mode and that kept me from going to sleep. So weird. Things I could normally ignore bothered me: the light in the hall, the drip from the faucet, Brandy’s snoring. They all conspired to keep me awake. It felt like I was in an old cartoon, I totally can’t remember which one, but I might remember it if my brain were working. But I have vague memories of someone — coulda been Daffy Duck, coulda been Elmer Fudd it’s been a long time — trying to sleep and being kept awake by a dripping faucet, tree branches tapping on the window, cats outside, and moonlight piercing his eyes. Or maybe I’m mixing a bunch of cartoons together. Ha! Either way, I feel their pain today.

The cherry on the cake was the nerve pain shooting down my left leg. It wasn’t even that bad, but it was enough to be… uncomfortable. Like sleeping on a rock I couldn’t shift off of. Ugh. Again, normally I could have ignored it. I live with pain every day. Fibromyalgia, y’all. But last night it was just enough to keep me from drifting off.

All that to say, I’m tired. Like, I can feel the sleep weighing my eyes down. But I actually have stuff to do today. The clock says it’s just before 8 a.m. right now, but the sun says it’s awake time. That means I’m totally not going to be able to take a nap. Blah. I’m so envious of my husband who can sleep whenever and wherever. >_<

Anyway, that’s what’s on my mind today. I love my doggos even when they make my life difficult. ^_^ Thank you for reading. Take care. I’ll chat at you later.