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November 21, 2020 The Insomnia Song November 14, 2020 Career Announcement November 5, 2020 Early Voting Shock November 1, 2020 Before You Vote October 6, 2020 Excuses for Decisions September 25, 2020 Offense/Defense September 11, 2020 Address It! Say It! September 1, 2020 Child Predators August 27, 2020 Faithfulness |
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November 21, 2020
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My calendar says I was on vacation the last three days. Well, as it turns out, that was too far from the truth. My vacation got cut short by, of all things . . . insomnia. I've always had insomnia. This was another Bad Dad issue. 15. He woke me up every night as a baby, just to make sure I was still alive. The man was terrified of SIDS. But at that young of a developmental age, you adjust to what others do because you can't fend for yourself. If you get woken up every night, you're going to start waking up every night. Or, in my case, not be able to get to sleep. By the way, as I write this sentence, it's 4:13 in the morning when I'd planned to get up at 6. On Wednesday, insomnia kept me up so late I wasn't able to drive. I'd planned on spending a day in northwest Arkansas (don't ask why; my business), then head to West Virginia for "boots on the ground" on a quest I'm participating in. Go back to Arkansas the next day, and back home on Saturday. And although I had a meeting Thursday night, like all other meetings these last few months, it was on ZOOM. (to the tune of "America, The Beautiful) (Wait until we approach Christmas. I'll post my version of "Deck the Halls". Highly offensive. And violent.) Life sucks. Give it a moment, it'll get better. Nope, didn't happen. I wonder why it didn't go the way that I wanted it to? Well, this will make everythWHAT THE FREAKING HELL--????? That's what my life is like. And insomnia is one of the whats that I'm always dealing with. Is it easy? Hell, no. But it's become more manageable. As a kid, I'd sleep right through my alarm. I'd sleep through police sirens. I'd sleep through heavy storms. But as soon as someone entered my room, I was awake. I couldn't get up to save my life (there are a bunch of stories, there), but I was awake. When I had my first place on my own--a trailer in Socorro, New Mexico--that's when I finally started getting up from an alarm. The new problem? I wake up at the same time every day--8:30 in the morning--no matter what I do, unless I have an alarm set for earlier. For example, I was getting up at 4am during early voting, but on the two days I was able to sleep in, I still woke up at 8:30. ::grrrrrr:: So, I never know when I'll get to sleep. Or if. But I sure as hell know when I'm waking up. Until next time . . . |
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