sometimes there’s just too much running through your brain to process and try to get to sleep. for the untold number of times recently i woke at 3 something in the morning and for whatever reason my brain decides that it’s going to hit the ground running.
my mind begins by recalling portions of my life as though they are blog entries or chapters in a book hopping from one tangent to another as the pace picks up. it’s like being in an italian sportscar when someone punches the gas: your head is pinned against the seat and you accelerate at a tremendous velocity. before i know it i can’t remember where i started and there is no end in sight. this continues for, no lie, like 2 hours.
another oddity seems to be that i can wake up with a song in my head that i may not have heard in years. mostly the ones that are ingrained in my cerebellum are the ones that i used to have to listen to when driving in the car with my parents growing up. the ones that during the 80’s were considered ‘oldies‘ which now makes them ancient music. sorry ma. i could recite them in a coma if i had to yet for some reason ‘you’ve lost that lovin’ feelin‘ seems quite right to wake up to this morning.
maybe i should consider the ‘sleep number‘ beds that i see lindsay wagner hocking on television infomercials. perhaps a ‘craftmatic 2 adjustable bed‘, they seem to do wonders for the geriatric crowd. maybe i’ll just do like i used to in college and chug a bottle of nyquil. that usually solves it……….
