my apple tree
12:10 a.m., 1:54 a.m., 2:58 a.m., 3:30 a.m., 4:15 a.m. and finally, 8:15 a.m.
This was my night, how was yours? (Maybe, not so different.)
It gave me plenty of time to think about the many elements of sleeping. I have a relatively new queen size box spring and mattress, a memory foam topper, some high thread count sheets-which are luscious and two very inexpensive blankets (which are washed frequently, because they collect dog hair). And my pillows are good, in fact, I would go so far as to say- I love my pillows.
Somewhere in there, I got a little irritable. I used to be able to sleep on my back-a few deep breaths-very relaxing, can't do that now because my back hates it! Stomach is not too good either, so that leaves a Theme and Variations on 2 sides.That's all good til something gets numb or cold.
Normally, I just shift a bit and go back to sleep...but now, the minute I move I feel the Surge begin-usually around my head and neck and traveling incidiously throughout my nervous system, convincing my cells that I am actually "on fire'. (I soo totally get that analogy about the frog in boiling water.) There is hardly even time to get the covers off. The cold air washes over me-not fast enough-but it helps. Sometimes, I actually have to get up and walk around a bit. When I am finally cold, I get back in bed(which is still quite warm) and wait for ...the next one.
The hard thing for me is that when I awaken during the night, the only things that wanna be in my head are bad thoughts about poverty and overdue bills, and what will I do if... nonsense.
But alas, I'm awake and alert we've had our walk, and I echo the sentiments that Applegal put forth- Spring is arriving, albeit in small increments.
The air smells clean, and the earth smells new.
Speaking of the earth smells,
Poppy is bound and determined to bury her face in every gopher hole she can find and dig them vigorously until her face is packed with dirt. She apparently got a stomach full this morning, because she brought it home and deposited it on the kitchen floor and is not eating her breakfast yet. It is still a very beautiful day, anyway,(I also had to clean up the grass she deposited on the living room floor- ah, motherhood, ain't it grand) and a great day to open windows and clean. I'll just start slowly, by opening windows will see how the cleaning goes later.