I have been suffering from mild insomnia for a couple weeks. The sort that wakes me up, usually from an awkward dream, around three in the morning. I lay awake for a couple hours, thinking and stressing, ruing my lingering cold or trying to edit a project in my head. I try to calm my breathing and put things in perspective. I try to stop thinking altogether, to just lay there, respirating through my mouth instead of my fraught nose. I have had bouts with insomnia in the past. It has haunted me at unfortunate times. Around five thirty I doze off for an hour until my wife wakes up and I lay, awake again until my son ambles out of his den and flops himself on my belly, whispering yogurt, Papa.
I have been suffering from mild insomnia for a couple weeks. The sort that wakes me up, usually from an awkward dream, around three in the morning. I lay awake for a couple hours, thinking and stressing, ruing my lingering cold or trying to edit a project in my head. I try to calm my breathing and put things in perspective. I try to stop thinking altogether, to just lay there, respirating through my mouth instead of my fraught nose. I have had bouts with insomnia in the past. It has haunted me at unfortunate times. Around five thirty I doze off for an hour until my wife wakes up and I lay, awake again until my son ambles out of his den and flops himself on my belly, whispering yogurt, Papa.
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THAT KID LOVES YOGURT!!
Todd, yesterday I took the day off. I was walking down the street at about 3pm and passed a young latino hipster talking on the phone. Here's what he said: "Tengo tantas... questions in mi corazon que esto tratando de...answer."
I'm just saying.
That is a good one. A great on in fact. My heart is trying to answer the questions too.
I took today off. Actually, today took me off, without my consent. But laying in bed, wheezy and sore, I had a chance to reflect. A bit of a vacation from my normal hustle and bustle.
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