I know I’m not alone.  I will visit my patients and find out half the world is all up half the night.  You probably are too, just not reading this til tomorrow.  I tell them had I known I would have given them a call, had a conference call with all my other patients.  It’s really not too bad tonight, it’s only 11:40.  But I so desperately want to change my schedule and get up and exercise in the morning.  It’s a beautiful time of day, the reservoir when it opens is pretty empty of people.  Not happening tomorrow I guess.

Tonight, like most nights, I get into bed and the thoughts start racing through my brain, no mercy.  Everything I need to do tomorrow.  What am I going to do when I grow up.  Life must suck for kids today what with no such things as see-saws in children’s parks.  Mexico felt so free when we were there 10 years ago or so, now we couldn’t dare go where we went in Tijuana without getting in the middle of a drug war.  What am I going to do about the gophers.  I’m sort of winning that war, but there are still battles here and there. Little bastards.  Al made reservations to go to Boulder to see CU play Georgia in October, I can’t wait, where will we stay, it pleases me so that Joe wants us to come. Remember the night Al and I were eating ice cream and Joe was just a toddler in his crib and we heard a little voice say “Are you eat-ing?”  Busted.  I really need to wax my facial hair before I start looking like Baba Yaga.  Remember before the college reunion I put some hair removal cream on my chin and forgot to set the timer so I arrived with no hair on my chin but with what looked like a burn instead.  Very attractive.  The guys laughed when I told them. That’s why I love ’em.  They appreciated the effort.  Maybe I should start saying the Rosary to help me get to sleep and generally calm down.  Haven’t gotten to the “pray” part of Eat Pray Love but think it has something to do with prayer beads, I can do that.  I have rosaries coming out of my ears – my First Communion rosary, Ag’s rosary (Al’s Mom), a rosary I couldn’t resist buying in Assisi, Italy.  Remember Holy Hour at the Benedictine Convent in Mundelein, which included the rosary, summer Thursday nights, if we were good (which we were) it included a stop at Dairy Queen on the way home.

See, I can go on and on and on…even Ed the Dog is snoring loudly in the living room, happily asleep. Not coherent enough to actually get anything done, can’t sleep.  What is the DEAL?!?!?!?!?  I know I’m not alone, that’s my only consolation…