Had another night of poor sleep last night, again with the not-getting-sleepy, and the waking-up-a-lot, and the lousy angsty dreams. I’m not sure what’s up with that, really, truly. Taking it easy yesterday didn’t help…so today I went to yoga class, and worked hard on that chapter, and had a strenuous swim, and repotted an orchid, and did some laundry, and did a ton of proofreading, and cooked a nice dinner, and fiddled in the garden…
Oh. Speaking of the garden. Weird thing. I was back there pulling weeds and yanking vines (the usual), when I looked up at the gazebo and saw a lovely set of wind chimes. I stopped, stared at it a while…nope, I’ve never seen it before in my life.
Or have I? Am I losing my mind? But no. Wouldn’t I remember such a thing?
I asked the usual suspects, and they are all denying any involvement.
Very odd. (And now I am second-guessing whether I should even post this, dreading hearing “don’t you remember???” from someone, but….no, I don’t remember! Yikes.)
Anyway, I actually do feel sleepy now (instead of, well, in addition to merely tired). Think I’ll crawl into bed with a book and see what happens. After I fold that load of laundry…