The eloquent Loretta (Pomegranates and Paper) posted earlier this week on the tossing and turning that comes with the territory (of women? of worry? of hot summer nights?) and there’s a small group forming that may consider instant messaging at midnight.
The only way I have been able to sleep the past couple weeks is watching tv. But then after only a coupla-two-tree hours I awake and cannot regain ground on the need for the rest, for my mind, if allowed any quiet time, will rev up with the roar of a foundry of thought.
Yesterday was a semi-good day for the personal news: a job possibility for him (not for me–no one wants me, it seems!); a few coins in a collection that may be worth more than face value (what else do you do at four a.m. when there’s no inspirational words to be found?); a home heating oil contract for fifty cents cheaper than last week’s.
And today, today I wait by the phone as my hair greys beyond the blonde I am in my mind. I need peace of mind, I need hope, I need sleep.
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