Mrs. Insomnia and I
This is what Mrs. Insomnia does to me.
I quit writing at two in the morning last night and couldn’t sleep until 7:30. My mind is a fuzzy, clanging, grumpy mess when I finally drag myself back to my computer.
I say only one long, very bad word when I look at what I’ve written and believe it to be, currently, total trash.
I begin to contemplate a new career as an orchid grower in central America. This reminds me that I need to garden.
Surely I can find some peace near the pink rhododendrons and magnolia tree? At the very least I can procrastinate before throwing my computer through a window.
My feet feel a bit odd, but hey, there are weeds to be pulled! Then I realize what I’ve done.
I think I need to sleep.
I feel for you, Cathy. Insomnia is an old, not so dear, friend of mine.
1I have a mini favor to ask of you. I am working on a book challenge. I need to read a book recommended by an author I love. You fit the bill! Is there a book you particularly enjoyed that you could recommend? Thanks in advance. Tillie