THE NIGHT OWLS

I Used to Be One (Part 1)

THE NIGHT OWLS

My friend Nancy was (and I am sure she still is) a big fan of Little River Band.  I love this song.

(I hope this link takes you there.)

I used to be a night owl.  I would stay up late every night whether I was out partying somewhere, reading books I couldn't put down deep into the night, or writing songs, poetry or keeping a dream diary at 2 AM.  And I STILL managed to get up at 6 AM in order to get to work!  And eat breakfast too!

Those days are long gone.

I am tired.  Tired, unfortunately for me, does not necessarily mean that I fall asleep soundly and deeply.  No.  My mind tosses and turns, swirls and whirls and antagonizes my brain.  There is no peace in my bedtime.

I wake up on and off all night long.  Either because of dreams or I get hot or I get cold or, perhaps, because my current life circumstances haunt me.  There REALLY IS a monster under my bed.

The Substack I really wanted to write today was about those dreams.  But it's already almost 6 PM and dinner is almost ready and then I go lay down and just listen to Laura and Jesse on Fox as I enforce my mental acuity by playing Word Collect.  If I only had ONE dollar for every level I am up to on that game I would probably sleep way much better.

So…tonight will be the same as every other as in the past…oh, I don't know…what year is it again now?  A new one, for sure.  But it is the same old one for me.  Except…it's getting worse.  Because nothing changes if nothing changes.  Except…everything IS changing.  And, at least for me (and very possibly for you, too) not for the better.  I AM LOST.  And being lost is what my next Substack will address.  But not under this Substack.  I will post it under my Chicken Little Substack because it's SCARY!!!  The sky if falling!

I am going to digress.  The reason I have four different and separate Substacks is because I don't know what the heck I am doing!  Either I am really dumb or I just never find the time to figure it all out.  Why do I not have the time to figure it all out?  I am NOT a night owl anymore.  I am a super early bird.  So why don't I just hop onto my computer as soon as I get up?  HMMMMM.

WHY?  Unless I have an early appointment somewhere I could sleep and sleep and sleep except I can't.  I am worried.  I have 2 dogs who know exactly what time they need to go out and I cannot ignore their needs.  I also need to check in on my husband to make sure he is still breathing.  Checking in on my husband is a whole other story because when you get old and are married to an unwell older person then you need to check.

And now, I have to pause in this diatribe because dinner is ready!  And because I am no longer a night owl, I will have to resume tomorrow.

Stay tuned.