Jan 27 2009
In the Still of the Night
Bleah. Last night, I woke up at 2:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep until 6:30. I lay in bed reading The New Yorker and the New York Times* as the cats slept peacefully and cutely and I envied them. Kitties: what is your secret? Oh, yeah – having everything done for you and not a care in the world. Even the best of Gotham’s writing couldn’t completely banish the dark thoughts swirling around in my head at the bleakest part of the night.
What’s a girl to do? You can’t really have a medicinal brandy or sleeping pill at that hour, and I think we can all agree that homeopathic remedies are laughably ineffective in the face of hardcore insomnia. So I tried not to dwell on the many ickinesses the new year has already tossed in the laps of Self and loved ones. If 2009 doesn’t look out, I’m going to fire it. I was far too lenient with 2008, letting it go on in its vile ways much too long, and I have learned my lesson.
When my cell phone yanked me out of sleep an hour later, I was even more confused than I usually am. All day, I’ve felt like I had jet lag and everything has seemed slightly unreal. And surreal.
Life has simply required cocktails lately, so I think I’ll go fix one. I wish I had an umbrella to put in it. It’s the little things, you know.
*The Books section had such fabulous first editions for sale! Edith Wharton, Kay Thompson, EB White, Dr. Seuss…
One Response to “In the Still of the Night”
I find a good book always make me relax more than anything else. Of course, being a Spiritualist, I have many ways of relaxing, meditation is my best partner.