Gak! Between her work angst and mine and the dog’s restless but otherwise well wandering around the house after I’d finally gotten back to sleep, 4 a.m. came far too early. But here it is, waiting for no man, darned if they aren’t right about that.
I was plagued by dreams of powerlessness (in several of its recurrent forms that dreams bring, the first I remember from childhood, me being a very young Superman and my blue tights falling around my ankles as I prepared to leap a tall building in a single bound.) Fear of failure, fear of inadequacy, fear of being fearful. I dunno. I just know sleep didn’t knit the raveled sleeve of care, thank you very much Mr. S’peare.
And yet, life goes on. And yesterday I paid $25 for my ISBN to be converted to a bar code, only to learn that Edwards Brothers Inc would have done that for me (I think for free). Also requested my Library of Congress Catalog Number and met with my graphic designer friend about some help on my project starting in early March when she clears her own slate of duties enough so that she can get an untormented night’s sleep.
And speaking of night terrors: not ever from leg cramps again.
Ann heard this on The People’s Pharmacy a week or two back. Don’t know why I hadn’t run across this months ago when I was researching what was known about the cause of non-athlete night cramps except that this info is way far from scientific. Nobody even has an educated guess why it works, but literally tens of thousands must have found that it is effective in eliminating cramps at night. (You have to wonder who was the first, and why?)