Well, here I go again, unable to sleep. I read some article a long time ago which stated lying in bed wide awake trying to force slumber is fruitless and raises anxiety levels. The article was right. My mind goes just about everywhere as I stare at the ceiling. Since the mastectomies, I have four pillows carefully arranged to attempt comfort, but by the time I get them just right, I'm wide awake. My back is cantankerous, too. The new adjustable bed helps a bit, but there's no setting for instant sleep. Too bad, for what the dumb bed cost, that feature should have been standard.
Listening to Carl snoring slightly, I alternately envy him and try to match my breathing to his, but it doesn't lull me into dozing off. May as well get up.
I wandered into the dark living room at 2:30 am, remembering to sidestep the fake garland I took off the railings on Tuesday. I left my glasses in the bedroom, but not wanting to wake Carl, I'll leave them where they are. From what I can tell, it snowed since 11:30pm when I first went to bed. However, I'm very myopic, so I have no idea if the snow continues.The weather had been wet and windy, sometimes sleet, sometimes pouring rain, but no snow until now. Good intentions were to take the outdoor decorations down on Monday, but well, we all know how good intentions go. I did take what lights I could wrestle out from the snowbanks down last night (Wednesday) but they are all lying in piles on the front porch because I forgot the big trash can I use to store everything in which resides in the garage.