....am I doing up this time?
1:45 am. WWII pains shooting through my body and fears and anxieties racing through my brain. Old age aches compound the issue.
I ought to be asleep. I ought to be bed.
I had two and half hours sleep. Not enough. Morning is so far away. I am surrounded by people who care and surrounded by all my toys. I should sleep like a baby. But the tapes in my head keep playing their endless loops.
My biggest problem is "what shall I play with, tomorrow." I have no job to hurry to I could sleep until noon like two of my tablemates.
At least, I am not keeping anybody else up. I just took a pain pill, I don't want to take a sleeping pill on top of that.
I am shakey and clenching my teeth to keep them from chattering. Baby, it's cold outside, but nice and warm in here.
I wonder what is on TV?
3:15 am. Here I am again. This is getting to be an ordeal. But I slept since I wrote the last paragraph, anyway. At least AOL has new material on the opening screen. And why did the size of type change?.
Seven am. I am up. whew. what a night.