Bad, Bad, Bad Sleep

Spring and the Trial Moon

Shabbat gratefuls: Visiting Angels. Starts Tuesday. Xerostomia. Artemis. Shadow. Pole Star. Tesla. BMW. Volkswagen. Bolt.

Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Calories

 

Kavannah: Contentment, Histakop. I have enough. Friends. Family. Money. Health. House. Help

Tarot: paused

One brief shining: Lay on right side. No. Left side. No. Stomach. Not very long. On Back. A little longer. Sleep. Broken. Insufficient. Frustrating. Annoying. Prednisone at the root? I don’t know. Three new drugs this week. Prednisone the most likely culprit.

 

I know people who’ve trouble sleeping for decades. My desperation after four nights. Helps me get it. Right now I’m half-awake, half-aware and thinking of a nap. At 5 AM!

My mind has not felt clear. As if it has a layer of schmutz between its work and my day. I don’t like to do anything complicated when I feel like that. Mentally disabled for a period of time.

Even so, I did hire Visiting Angels.  Tuesdays and Fridays. 10-2pm. Don’t know who is coming yet. Excited to get this set up and working.

I’m fading. So this ends here. At least I got something down.