I cannot remember when I last had a good night's sleep. Really, it's been decades.
Like my mother before me, I have "crazy legs". She diagnosed them long before 'restless leg syndrome' became a cause celebre. That's not my only hurdle, but the only one I care to mention.
I do what the tv show doctors recommend. I exercise, limit my caffeine, go to bed at the same time (10pm) and get up at 7 every morning. (Sounds good unless you count my wandering the house between 11pm and 2am.) I take sleeping pills, melatonin and half a benadryl to little effect.
During those benighted hours, I have three choices. I can watch bad tv and eat even worse food-- things I would never eat during daylight hours. Or, I could browse the internet and shop. (My husband used to refer to weekly packages from online art stores as my "midnight oils.")
Or I could thrash in bed and fret. Oddly, this is probably the healthiest of the three. My kids are grown and healthy. When I brood, it generally ends with thoughts about the family house on the Vineyard. Why it isn't rented, why the bats abound, why the contractor wants 17k to paint the windows, on and on it goes.
I love this house. It's been in the family for 61years. The way costs are escalating, it probably won't be in the family for our children's children.
So I worry. During the day I paint pictures of different rooms in the house. So our kids' kids will know once there was a house on the hill, filled with bats and very well-painted windows.
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