A Change in Tactics

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.

Off to pick up a storage desk for the spare bedroom tomorrow, so a bit of flat pack assembly on the cards.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to A Change in Tactics

  1. Tony Burgess says:

    I am a member of that insomnia club too. It’s frustrating as hell not being able to stay asleep the whole night through.

  2. fransiweinstein says:

    I find that when it comes to sleep — or not sleeping — it’s really easy for it to become a habit. I, for example, wake up between 2:30 and 4 am every blooming day. Sometimes I can just close my eyes and get right back to sleep and sometimes I am just too wired — and make it worse by getting online or reading a book. Grrrr …

  3. About half an hour before I want to go to bed, I play a totally mindless videogame – one of those that consists of various colored objects that must be stacked or matched. While stacking and matching, my mind completely relaxes and I get very sleepy. Still, I nearly always get up every two hours during the night, but since I sleep soundly between those wakings, I feel fairly refreshed in the morning. I think it’s all part of growing old(er).

    • Yeah, I’m familiar with the potty breaks in the middle of the night! Still, on the bright side, if I’m too tired during the day at home, I can always go back to bed for a couple of hours.

      • That’s the once thing I miss from my short retirement. Sometimes at work, I shut my door at lunch time and take a 20-minute nap at my desk. It’s surprising how much that helps.

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