Well, I finally got up at 11:00 am. The sheets were heavenly, but sleeping back on the right side of the bed was strange. The last time I slept there was when my late H was beside me. (After he died, I remade the bed-- a waterbed at the time that I could not move-- with the head at the foot. I could not bear to sleep there with him not beside me. I don't know if it was related to that, but at 4:00 am I woke up with a panic attack such as I have not had since I started taking Lexapro last March. I used to have them all the time. The panic attack starts as a physiological reaction, an adrenaline rush. The body interprets this as danger, and the mind goes to work trying to figure out what is wrong, and it just escalates from there. I took a xanax around 5 am and that's why I slept til 11.

Did I do too much yesterday? Make too many changes? Was I missing having the dogs sleeping with me? Is it because I've been writing poetry and digging up old stuff? I really don't know. When you're having a panic attack you feel cut off from everyone and from every comfort. You feel scared and helplesss. Even if someone is with me, it really doesn't help. They're yukky. I haven't missed them.

On a lighter note, the sheets are soft and smooth and felt wonderful. I called bf this morning about the cinnamon rolls and it turns out he made them last night after dinner and ate them all!

No problem. I don't need them anyway. \:\( I'll have a piece of cinnamon toast instead.

Still warm and breezy here... high should be around 80-- bright blue sky. Today I'm going to be less introspective and watch movies.

I think I'll try sleeping in the MIDDLE of the bed! LOL!