I have a lot of things rattling around in my head at the moment: concerns about the future, worries about what to do for the best, selling the house, anxieties about family, health issues and that’s before I’ve even got out of bed in the morning. However, things that are keeping me awake at night are totally unconnected and irrational.
On Tuesday, at 1.06am, I woke up thinking about furniture. I was mentally reorganising the lounge ready for the winter months and to get the best from the radiator and the fire. Bearing in mind our lounge has 4 doorways in it, there’s not much choice as to where our furniture can go anyway.
By 2am, I was thinking about a little snippet on the news the day before that turkey was going up by 17% and brussel sprouts 90% before Christmas. I decided to get mine in early, except I didn’t have any money, which brought me onto my next set of musings by 2.30 on how much money I had access to in the bank, which isn’t a lot. Too much month left over after payday.
By 3am, the dog who had been snuffling noisily in her sleep, suddenly stopped and went very heavy and still. I thought she’d snuffed it as I listened intently for signs of life or sense movement of breathing, then she rolled over and her musical snorting started again in earnest. Phew!
I guess I dozed for a while because the next time I looked at the clock it was just after 5am, and I could have sworn I heard whistling. I sat upright in bed trying to ascertain if I’d been dreaming or someone was in the garden, but the dog was settled so there was obviously nothing to worry about.
I decided to get up anyway, which disturbed said dog curled up behind my knees, so I let her out and padded down to the bathroom. It was freezing! In the space of less than 5 minutes, my feet and hands were like ice. I let the dog back in and returned to bed. Hubby was NOT impressed feeling my cold feet against his and muttered something before rolling onto his side and snoring within seconds.
Funny how the whistling started again shortly thereafter. He can’t remember any of that, so was probably in that limbo land of nether consciousness. I’ve known him to hold both sides of a conversation in a language I’ve never heard of as he wanders through the Land of Nod.
Tuesday turns out to be a relatively normal day, and I’ve left the furniture as it was.
Bang on time at 1.06am Wednesday morning, I was awake, this time mentally listing anagrams of SLATE, TREES, RESIN and CRATE. RESIN won the contest, getting five variations which will help enormously in my next encounter of Wordforge.
By 2am, hubby and I were both awake as the dog fell off the bed having rolled over once too often. With a surprised yelp and panicked squeak as she landed on her latest ‘baby’, she decided she wanted to go out, so I got up and realised my own potty break was called for. I was cursing having that final cup of tea at 10pm when we got back from our evening walk and annoyed that the experts were right when they said as soon as you hit 50, you couldn’t go through a night without needing the loo. Terrific. It was bloody cold again and I’m surprised my jetstream didn’t freeze on the way out. Dog now back in, Baby retrieved and snuggled against dog’s body, husband trussed up like a slug in ALL of the duvet, bennie hat and woolly socks, I tried to get back into bed. I eventually managed to cover my backside with a hankerchief of blanket, got the pillows kind of comfy, and tried to go back to sleep. No chance.
By 2.45am, my head is recanting the tune of Stranger on the Shore, and worse, trying to remember the words. Why couldn’t I have Unchained Melody on my mind as I know that off pat.
The slug beside me is equally restless, the dog is now scratching and sleep is out of the question. The lights go on and we both get up. Hubby goes off to make a cup of tea and decides to do some work on his computer. I grab a book and go back to bed where it’s nice and warm, now having the duvet all to myself. The dog comes up, plonks herself down behind my knees and is soon snoring away gently. The book is not one of my favourites so I have little interest, and thinking I have a fighting chance of getting some shut eye now, I turn off my light and snuggle down. Hubby comes back to bed at 4.15am, cold of course, and cuddles into a warm me. We both manage to get some sleep, but I am awake again at 6am and turn on the radio for the news. Nothing much has happened since the midnight report, and I doze for a couple of hours until hubby is awake. The dog takes one look out of the doorway and takes herself to her basket.
Can’t say I blame her, it’s chucking it down with rain, and there’s no way we’re going out in it yet either. According to the weather report, it should brighten up by 10am, so we’ll go out for our first walk then, and thus our day begins.
Thursday 1.02am. Despite not having anything to drink after 8pm, and reading before I settled down for the night, I am awake. I’m bunged up with congestion, and reach blindly for the ‘breathing jar’ I keep by my bedside. Hubby and dog are harmonious in their snorings, the bed is ‘just so’, the pillows perfect, and I have no urges whatsoever to get out of my warm cocoon for any reason. Turning my back on the clock, I drift into the warm embrace of Vic………………..