Fall Falling Leaves Moon
Getting back to a rested state after hyper nights. Wake up in the night and there, flashing before my mind’s eye, not sheep, but possible problems: the underwriter’s crazy pants behavior after almost wrecking our financial system, insurers who might not insure, too much money siphoned out of our cushion for a bear market, altitude sickness, escaping dogs. You get it.
If not problems, then possibilities: a sauna in the new space, perhaps built in above the garage where my workout area will be? A reading room with the fireplace, our two chairs, the small oriental and lamps. Our couch, TV, laundry, bedroom and bath all on one level.
Nights outside looking up at the non-light polluted sky. Working through Ovid and Caesar with a view of Black Mountain across the way.
Or how about all the new work building an extended family with Jon and Jen, Ruth and Gabe, Barb (Jen’s mother.)? Figuring out birthdays and holidays, opportunities to see them all at various times. The not always smooth nature of family life.
Then, too. Those side trips. Staunton State Park is 19 minutes from our front door. Maxwell falls 19 minutes in another direction. Gold mines to explore. Vintage railroads. New places to listen to jazz. New Mexico. Utah. Wyoming. All close.
See how a guy might lose sleep? Still, I need the rest. And I’m very glad to be returning to replenished.