I’ve said in several posts that I haven’t been sleeping very well lately, that the mind is going twenty to the dozen and I can’t switch off.
If it’s not a piece of music going through my head, it’s noise from outside, or concern for Hubby and the dog.
Hubby reckoned it was because I have too much screen time, and in a way that’s true, especially if we’ve been out and I don’t get to log in until later in the day.
I’ve tried reading at night, and the book I’m reading just now is The Twenty Three by Linwood Barclay. It’s very good, but not one I can’t put down. I confess I haven’t felt that way about a book for a long time.
I’ve got a solitaire programme that has several games so I work my way through those and try to win at least one before moving on to the next. I also have Cribbage on board, and have decided the computer cheats, so I deliberately play a bad game so that I have a better chance of winning the next! Seriously, it’s about 50 / 50, and although I have scored 28 on two occasions now, I have never had the maximum 29 (and neither has the computer).
So I’ve turned my hand and mind to Sudoku. Not a computerised version, but an old fashioned puzzle book and pencil. I think it helps sometimes.
Last night at darts, I suddenly came over extremely tired and could quite happily have curled up and gone to sleep. I tuned in to a few conversations ranging from moles to diabetes and diets. Apparently as a diabetic I should not be having more than three pieces of fruit a day. Funny, I wasn’t told that, just not to have more than one banana. Oh well.
When I got home, I took my meds and came straight to bed.
It didn’t work. I was awake at 2.08, then Maggie got me up at 4 and 6, but strangely although I slept in two hours bursts, I didn’t feel tired when I got up this morning.
It was hot in the bedroom though, 24º C.
It’s been a lot cooler today, and Maggie has had three long walks. It’s still warm in here though, 23º C, but at least there’s some air movement.