Connecting to the wild world, or where the hell is that mosquito?

Last night I crashed into bed after a lovely day connecting with my inner islander, wallowing on the beach, soaking up sun, wading in the frigid ocean, relaxing with friends. It was all totally exhausting and I was so ready for sleep when I crawled into my bed... Only to find several islanders were trying…

Fresh sheets….

I spoil myself, I truly do. Within reason, of course.... Sleep is so so very important to me. Maybe it was the years of shift work as a nurse? Maybe the years of child rearing? Maybe the twitches of MS and all that jazz... But sleep, ooooooh. It's nice. A comfy bed is my happy…

Midnight on a snowy evening…

There's something about midnight on a snowy night. Sounds are muffled, few cars are on the road, the plows have already been by and their flashing lights have spun out across the snow. It's quiet in my suburban apartment. Too quiet. I can hear the ticking of all the clocks in the apartment, the slight…

The gathering gloom

It was lovely waking early today, with an extra hour to laze about before I headed into the last day of training. I finished it without collapsing!!! And now have a certificate suitable for framing for my troubles. Only got into one mild fisticuff, so I'm feeling pretty proud. Soon I'll be able to inflict…

Morning dawns

There's a pinky sunrise outside my window and my iPod has played the cheery "marimba" wake-up call three times, and yet I linger in bed, unwilling to awaken. Today is day 2 of my course and I realize I don't want to go. I long to wallow in my comfy warm sheets, curl back into…

insomnia…

It's a rare thing for me. Sleep and I spend a lot of time together, usually. We enjoy each other's company. I'm awake because my body is telling me it is alternately in the tropics and then in the freezer. I shiver, pull the covers over, sweat, shiver, sweat. It is, of course, my fault.…