Thanks, slowly. It's feeling pretty good. I hope I can keep getting big doses of it!
H went to sleep on the couch last night, I stayed up late on the puter again. I find that less hours of straight quality sleep makes me feel better than long hours of interrupted restless sleep. I knew this, but forgot. H is the one that always says he needs less sleep. He’s trying to sleep on the couch while I am in the same room on the computer. Last night after a while he threw off the blanket, stomped off to the bathroom, stomped back in, shut off the tv on the tv itself without the remote (wow, there’s a button there?), plopped back down to sleep again. Should I feel bad if he can’t get to sleep on the couch because the lights are on and I am clicking away on the keyboard? Nope, not at all. There’s a big bed with plenty of room for him in the bedroom. His choice to sleep where he does.
Here is a dose of reality. One of the ladies that works here just came in crying, said she would need the moring off or all day, asked me if it would be okay. One of her granddaughters, 2 years old, got sick yesterday, like a bad cold, took her to the emergency room, they sent her home, but her face got puffy, eyes swolling shut, parents took her to a university hospital, and they ran tests and found she has a heart murmer and two valves that are not working properly.
Reality hits hard. Sometimes our own problems aren't as big as life itself.
Live your life while you are still living. Riding the trail less traveled.