Friday, July 01, 2016
You wouldn't know it to look at us
I was so sad and rattled when I got home from work last night. I have so much on my mind these days. I just couldn't unwind. I made myself a screwdriver and felt nothing. I went to bed early -- about 10:00 -- right after the Cubs fell to the (hiss!) Mets.
I drifted away slowly and woke up with a start at about 3:00 AM. Reynaldo heard me and decided it was time for breakfast. When I disagreed, he began knocking things off my dresser. We compromised by me giving him and Connie a snack. So I'm in the kitchen and I'm very, very awake.
Not refreshed or relaxed. Just awake.
I tended a few Farmville crops and could still feel my heart beating out of my pajama top.
So I popped a Xanax.
I woke up naturally at about 10:00 AM. I never sleep that late! And I felt great. A little frustrated because I was going to both do laundry at the washeteria and head over to the vet today and there just wasn't time.
But I was amazed by how good I felt this morning when I finally awoke. I can see how people can fall into the habit of including a tranquilizer of some sort at bedtime.