Some days you got it, some days you sit for two hours, watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, because you’re looking for a kid you know, carrying a big-ass candy cane, walking somewhere next to the float with Santa Clause on it, but instead, at the last moment, NBC cuts to commercial, and when they come back, the Zombie Queen of Christmas** is singing an old song she won’t even legally allow other artists do a cover of, because Zombie Queen, and then the parade is over, and all you’ve got for a Day 24 post is a picture of the tiny breakfast tostadas you made and slapped up all over social media, while waiting for the nice kid with the Styrofoam and glitter candy cane to walk past the camera during the parade.
*breathe, Bill, breathe*
Well, at least Hoda looked warm.
So were the tostadas.
Seriously, that’s all I got. The tostadas were good, but I’m a little over-caffeinated for the second consecutive day because for the second consecutive night I didn’t get as much sleep… okay, remember in my Day 23 post, I mentioned how a writer’s writing could change if they didn’t get enough sleep… as I ought to, because of nightmares about death and dying… not my death, other people’s deaths, but no one you know… so I’m not even having my customary eggnog latte while writing this.
I find it an exceptionally funny thing when, after I overcame what your family and friends would have called a “premature death” in your own life, the subject of death and dying becomes a recurring theme in dreams that used to be primarily made up of work-related fears, car accidents, and dark-leathery demons sitting on my chest. In any case, at least now the dreams are also better lit and the camera focus of my dream sight is much, much sharper.
Yep, damn near 4k.
There’s an obscure passage in the book of the prophet Joel which reads,
“…I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams.”
And while I won’t tell you how I remember that… because it’s so much more fun if I just let you all guess… I will say that, as I get older, the dreams keep coming, and they keep getting sharper and sharper.
And even I don’t know what the hell they mean.
But anyway, tostadas. I recommend the mini flour tortillas from Trader Joe’s. And remember kids, life is too short to pan-fry your tostadas in anything other than REAL BUTTER. So, like I said about 300 words back up the page, that’s all I got. Hopefully, I will get a richly rewarding, 8 hours’ sleep tonight. A sleep devoid of anything triggering.
Oh, and one more usual thing, the question. What robs YOU of the sleep your body needs? Is it nightmares? General anxiety. An enlarged prostate? Snoring (yours or another’s)? Maybe something from totally out of left-field? You know I’d love to hear about it, and maybe compare notes.
Talk to you tomorrow.
**Mariah Carey (as if you didn’t know)
A brain that never shuts off, robs me of a good night’s sleep. A pup that is sick with cancer, a job that blows, and people at said job who suck the life out of me, even on my days off take away the shut eye. Let’s not forget the PTSD that most days, I swear I’m over, but apparently not as over as I think I am,…41 years later. But it’s all good. I get a lot of stuff done being up 18 to 20 hours a day🤣
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What robs me of sleep? An over-active ADHD brain, reading books way past the time I should be reading them, weird sudden anxiety where I have to get up and get myself a glass of water, too much light at night, not enough light during the day…oof I could go on! I’m trying to figure out a routine that works for me and my brain! 😀 But part of me wonders if I’ll ever truly break the habit of being a late night person. Trying to find a happy medium somewhere, somehow!
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Also the food looks delicious! And wanted to say I understand about the dreams. I have a lot of fears around people I love dying and have dreamed vividly about death and grief on and off. Confronting mortality is difficult.
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