Spring Bloodroot Moon
Sometimes my brain does not want to stop doing whatever it was up to during waking hours. Not often, but sometimes. Like last night. Into bed. Lay there. Roll over. Again. Still awake. And this after an intense workout with resistance.
Downstairs. Print out some pages for our family meeting. Dither here and there. Read a couple of chapters in Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series. This guy knows what he’s doing. Or, rather knew. He died at 58.
Back to bed 2 hours later. Ah.
Now, though. A little sluggish. I gave up worrying about these things, these intermittent sleepless hours. They’re uncommon enough and I’ve done what I can with a regular routine before bed, darkened room. After a while I had to let it go and let it be.
