Sleep eludes me.
As if this is something new.
My bird-talker is as sun-tanned as she can be. She was a swimmin’, Summer fool. I gave her the longest hugs and smooches when I finally got to her (I showed up earlier than expected to surprise her). Too sweet for words. Um, and I need to take pics – she’s HUGE! And gorgeous. Got her hair cut and she looks so grown up to me.
We are snug as a bug here at Sis #1’s house, as well it should be. Spent the day with awesome Sis #2 and her three kiddos. Zoe was in Heaven! Sis #2’s kids could not be any more adorable. They look like Disney babies. Sis #1’s two kiddos are gorgeous too… although they wake up at the crack of ass, which is why I wish I could sleep tonight.
Zoe asked me all about my summer. I told her about my brief visit to Canada (2 minutes), Montana (20 minutes) and driving through Washington and Idaho – seeing mountains and lakes and rivers and gorgeous greenery and flowers. There were so many places we saw that I wish she could have seen with us. I think I could write about it for weeks on end (as of today my NYC weekend adventures – including the Mark Wahlberg story – have still not be finished, though mostly written). I think I was too busy enjoying my precious time with Tim and soaking in the beauty that is Washington to want to spend hours online writing.
I hope that Tim can help me fill in the brain lapse that I get sometime; either it’s chemo brain, being 40-something, or remnants of my bout with encephalitis. There were so many cool things that we did. I took notes, but not enough. It’s like how I don’t like to spend that much time taking photos at events and sightseeing. I’d rather enjoy the view and buy postcards as those photographers are much better at capturing what I see than I am.
I think I was too busy enjoying my visit to think about writing it all down. But I miss my real blogging. I read some archives and I remember how much writing it all down meant to me. I felt more clarity in my life than I do now even when I was going through all the treatment and recovery. It was more gutsy, real writing than anything I’ve done in a long while. I know I need to practice my craft again (because, yeah, grammar goofs and all, I actually have a B.S. in Humanities – in English Writing & Composition – Go Saint Edward’s University!)
I still be skeered about my appointments. I am having a bad feeling for some reason and I just wish it would go away. Too bad I’m out of ativan. It is my temporary Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind wonder drug. I’m hoping my docs won’t object to a refill.
Ok. Going to count backwards from 100. Generally it takes me about 7 to 8 times of doing that before I fall asleep. Sucketh.
I can do this. Zoe the Incredible is here.
Your assignment today is to tell me a joke. Preferably a groaner. Tim is the best at these. I want to think about them all when I can’t sleep. Please send your many friends this way to leave me jokes as well. Obviously I have a hard time with my sleeps, peeps and I dig the commentage. Gracias. Or as ZoeElvis would say thankyouthankyouverymuch.