....it's just that I don't remember. I do remember staring at the digital clock, hour after hour, and noting how slowly it changes.
I do remember thinking about things in my life. At least there were pleasant things. The night time hours are so long. It was like lying in the re-hab hospital night after night, passing time.
I do remember getting up to go to the bathroom...
and getting up to go to the bathroom...
and getting up to go to the bathroom. Well, I am a male, eighty-three years old and that's what we do.
Is this insomnia, or do I just not notice when I have slept? Oh, it is nice to have so many wonderful things to think about.
But I'd rather sleep.