6:00 AM
Here I am, it's 6 in the morning. I've gotten a full three hours of sleep, rest eludes me. Up and down all night, like a Jack-in-the-box. It literally sucks.
Getting older has mostly been pretty good. I no longer care whether I look "perfect." I can't give a fig about social status or other people's opinions of me. I feel freer to speak my mind most times.
After all, who is going to be judgemental of a disabled senior, right? Handicap parking is the bomb, and younger people are always willing to help me.
What sucks is sleep. When I was young I could sleep and sleep and sleep. It was a natural talent, the ability to rest deeply. I miss that.
So, here I am at 6:00 AM. Wide awake but very tired. I feel sort of old in these moments.
Enough of my self pity, how is your day?
Getting older has mostly been pretty good. I no longer care whether I look "perfect." I can't give a fig about social status or other people's opinions of me. I feel freer to speak my mind most times.
After all, who is going to be judgemental of a disabled senior, right? Handicap parking is the bomb, and younger people are always willing to help me.
What sucks is sleep. When I was young I could sleep and sleep and sleep. It was a natural talent, the ability to rest deeply. I miss that.
So, here I am at 6:00 AM. Wide awake but very tired. I feel sort of old in these moments.
Enough of my self pity, how is your day?