The insomnia is back. Not that it ever went away but it has been much better in recent months. Not tonight though. So having lain in bed perusing over various matters I thought I might as well get up and do something before I drove myself nuts by deliberating too much with questions like these;
a) Am I having a hot flush? ( Windows closed, thick winter quilt on)
b) Does my itchy hand mean I have fleas or I'm about to spontaneously combust? (Skin repairing itself after scalding myself badly last weekend in the kitchen.)
c) Do I have cervical cancer as a result of a medical cock-up? ( Letter arrived yesterday inviting me for smear test when I had one less than 2 years ago.)
d) Is Doctor Who finally going to come a cropper after being trapped by all his enemies for supposedly causing the cracks in time? ( Penultimate episode to last in current series screened last night.)
e) Will I have time to get to the supermarket tomorrow morning before Mr T realises it's Father Day? (Whoops)
f) Why are men so different from women? (Everytime Mr T takes his pants off.)
g) Can we ever justify euthanasia? (Put my cat, Miss Cleo, to sleep last week.)
h) Do I have diabetes? ( Went to the loo in the night.)
i) If Master Sam goes to university shall I put a running machine in his empty(ish) room?
j) What time is it? (I've been thinking for a long time......)
Yes, these are some of the many questions that slip through my head at night. The other one that frequently turns up is;
"Why do things always seem worse in the night?"
Do you think it's something to do with the darkness? Or is it because when it's quiet we are better able to reflect? Or is it because there's no one awake to share our fears with?
Hmm....
Anyway, to avoid answering the majority of the above questions I decided to get up and do something! So I thought I'd post one of my favourite entries from all the songs that people suggested for my post Music Monday; Just How Will You Say Goodbye? I listened to all the songs and thought they all had merit as "Last Songs". I particularly liked Willow Tree by Chad VanGaalen as suggested by Eddie from the Cliffwalk. It's simple and sort of sweet. (Although I'm reserving judgement at the mention of kerosene - listen out for it!)
Pretty good eh? Oh, it's just touching 4am and the dawn chorus is beginning. Now that's a sound I don't mind hearing in the night - the end of darkness and the beginning of light. Hoorah. Sleep tight everyone.
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Sunday, June 20, 2010
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