I’ve read that insomnia is one of the parts of menopause. It sucks. Sometimes, after tossing and turning like a newly-caught tuna, I’m as sleep deprived as when I had babies in the house.
I’m hot. Now I’m chilly. I need the fan on. I need to pee.
The cat wants to lay on my back. The other cat wants to play toys on the bed at zero-dark-thirty. I kick them both off the bed.
they are back in 2 minutes
I have a song in my head. And it keeps repeating like on a cosmic 8-track tape. If you don’t know what an 8-track tape is, you’re too young to understand.
I need to pee again.
I try not to play on my phone before bed, since that’s supposed to stimulate you rather than make you tired. So I read. Now I DON’T WANT TO STOP READING.
just one more chapter.
it’s 2am — I’ll get 4 hours’ sleep. maybe.
It’s humidy. I’m putting on the air. It’s gonna be in the 90’s for a week anyway. I better pee once more.
I fall right to sleep.