Sleep
I really hate insomnia, but never more than when it promises to decrease the joy I can have with my son the next day. Er, later this day. In about two hours.
Short sleep last night, no nap, a couple glasses of wine — I thought I was sitting pretty for a long winter’s nap. But I have barely blinked.
If anyone has been calling me, by the way, I can’t answer it. My phone was lost, then disabled as a security precaution, a replacement was ordered, the passive voice was used, and then the missing phone was discovered — which now belongs to the insurance company. I’m wondering exactly how many days I should wait before someone miraculously “returns my missing phone” to me, to send it to the insurance company, so I won’t look like a total wanker.
I’m not hurting too badly right now. I can probably take some more ibuprofen for the mild discomfort. But I really wish I could just lie down and become unconscious. Restfully, REMmingly, unconscious. I’m writing train-of-thought right now, and hoping it will tire me so that I can go and collapse into bed. I’m not actually alert enough to do anything really thought-intensive, like code or write cogently, just alert enough to stay awake.
Thanks to everyone for your support of late. It’s much needed, and much appreciated. So much so, that you can consider this a personal letter to you.
I’ll even sign it,
- Joshua
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