Most nights, I find myself awake plagued by questions:
Should we have washed the dogs before we cleaned the carpets?What if my oncologist ordered a thoracic CT scan so soon after my last abdominal one because they heard something during my last exam (and not just because I hadn't had one in a long time)?Was the other movie The Truth About Cats and Dogs? (I looked it up. His name is Ben Chaplin and it he was the actor in both movies).Was I sent for two CT scans two weeks apart because of poor planning (or poor communicaiton) or is there something ugly growing on my lungs?If the hat is too small, should I give it to someone else or rip it out and start over?
And so on, until I realize that sleep is hopeless.
Then I get up, play a little online Scrabble (or Lexulous), look up movies on the internet, check out what's happening on Facebook and hope that I will start to feel sleepy again.
But I'm tired today and tired makes me feel melancholy (I have more on that subject but I think I need to save it for another post).
I could drink more caffeine or go take a nap but neither will help me sleep tonight. Don't know if I can help myself, though.
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