Last night I slept over eight hours in a row, back to back, uninterrupted, without waking up, all through the night. I wish I could be even more emphatic, loquacious, supernumerary, redundant.
Only those of you who’ve struggled with sleep deprivation can fully appreciate that ridiculous opening sentence.
When I was pregnant, my sleep was interrupted from babies squashing my bladder; after I gave birth, well, when they didn’t sleep, neither did I. And for some reason when we moved to Tennessee 4 1/2 years ago, I quit sleeping soundly (I wonder if it’s coincidence that’s also when I crossed the "40" threshold….).
Before last night, I couldn’t tell you the last time I slept more than 5 hours uninterrupted.
So…this morning…I’m refreshed…I’m cheerful…I FEEL GOOD! And, strangely, I’m inspired to write a show tune; okay, make that RE-WRITE a show tune. Please, to the soundtrack of Oliver’s "Food, Glorious Food", SING WITH ME!!
Miss it and I weep
Temper, it’s erupted.
Leaves me tossing and turning
Lying, now, awake instead
Sweet dreams, I am yearning.
I’m anxious to do this–
Not hearing a peep,
Sounds to me like true bliss.
Silent, solid and deep–
And all the people said…"AAA-men!"