I worked on my new project yesterday and then went to bed and proceeded to sleep nearly 12 hours.
I don’t mean 12 hours straight through. I could count on one hand how many times in my life I’ve actually slept straight through a night. And of course when you have pets they want out during the night too.
As a child I think I was sleep deprived much of the time. It wasn’t until I started taking anti depressants at age 26 that I really began to sleep well. I recall how I felt tired all the time, and maybe that was one reason I found it difficult to learn at school when I was young.
These days it takes melatonin and several other medications for me to fall asleep. I’ve always wondered why sleep was so difficult for me.
My daughter can easily sleep several hours in the afternoon. Something I’ve never been able to do.
When people say that they fall asleep in their chair reading or watching TV I am just incredulous because that would never happen to me.
I’ve always been hypervigilant, so maybe that is a factor.
For the first time since I brought it home, there is not one flower on the hibiscus plant. I guess maybe the plants are ready for fall and hibernation.
I do have pentas, roses, morning glories, petunias and a few passion flowers blooming at the moment. Maybe when cooler weather arrives, some plants will rebound and possibly bloom again.
The morning glory flowers are showing up everywhere. I yanked many of the vines out recently. But they are very prolific on my patio.
I hate to see summer gardening come to an end. But for everything there is a season.
I haven’t been able to get any good photographs of birds in weeks and still can’t get one of the hummingbirds, which has been a source of frustration.
I think the tree that hangs over my fence is about to bloom again, so maybe that will bring in the butterflies. I’ve seen a white butterfly, but nothing colorful yet.
I reread the instructions for following cataract surgery. It says: don’t do repetitive bending for one week. Do you think they’re referring to exercises or something?
My eye is still doing well. Both of them actually. What I’m having to learn is that I must wear the reader glasses to read and see everything up close. Can’t even see myself so well in the mirror.
I wonder if this is just how it is? That after forty or so you stop being able to see anything up close and not past the end of your outstretched hand? I’ve worn glasses since I was a child, so all this is new to me.
I’ve found it easiest to just keep a pair of readers perched on my head to pull down when necessary.
Occasionally I still reach up to adjust my phantom glasses. They’re no longer there, but since I’ve done that for so many years I guess it will take some getting used to.
I finished reading “The Daisy Children” last night. So tonight I’ll start a new book.
I was at Barnes & Noble last week and found another David Baldacci book I hadn’t read on the clearance aisle. So I may start that one.
I will have my new office nook ready to show you on Monday. I’m still tinkering with it a bit. It’s turned into a handy little spot.