The Furious Spinner

That is going to be the title of a new book, eventually, after I finish one or two others. Or maybe Moon Shine. But that's another story. Literally.

I slept twelve hours last night. Last day. Whatever. It was glorious. I had so many dreams. So much sleep. Every time I woke up, I'd just lure myself back to sleep. It didn't start out well. Yesterday I came home from a work workshop. I had gotten very little sleep the previously four days, and the work shop was very intense. As we were driving home, I fell to sleep in the car, something I rarely do even on very long road trips. Once home, I kept falling asleep on the couch. I finally dragged my weary self up the stairs and got into bed. And I was wide awake. Exhausted, sooo sleepy, and in that kind of altered state that comes from sleep deprivation sometimes. As I lay in bed, I saw a spot of light through the blinds and window covering. I stumbled out of bed and pulled up the shades. I wasn't very coordinated. I felt kind of drunk. Eventually I got the blinds up and I tied the covering cloth up. And I lay in the pool of moonlight on the bed. But I couldn't actually see the moon. So I got up and fumbled around some more with the window covering. (Mario was very patient through this whole thing, especially given that he had been sleeping when I started all this and was no longer.) Finally, I was in bed again, curled up near the end of the bed in the moon shine, with the moon in my eyes. Ahhhhh. A second later, I fell directly into dream land, and that is where I spent the night.

Now to breakfast!

May You Sleep in Beauty!

Labels: Moonshine, sleep

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