In the dark, with Jimmy’s zzzzzz’s crowding out coherent thought, the idle chatter inside my head during the day (come on, I know I’m not the only one with all that idle chatter, right?) suddenly grows to a cacophony of concern that won’t be denied in the silence enveloping the wee hours of the night.
Apparently I get no brownie points for all those nights when 3 am was literally a dream come true rather than a nightmare.
If all my musings have left you with more questions than answers, welcome to my world. Misery does love company. When my world/body returns to normal (or at least my crazy version of normal) I’ll return to posting. For now, a week off seems in order. Besides, I need time to study for all those tests the doctor keeps ordering.
I know, I could have just said, “Taking a week off,” but where’s the literary style in that?