Shhh…. I have a secret

I am freaking exhausted!

Can’t sleep.

Weird reasons. Such as: I sleep with a pillow under my knees (back issues) and for some unknown reason, the back of my knees (is there even a name for that body part?) feels like the skin is being scratched off. It feels like my pillowcase is made of sand paper, not jersey material. Yes, I changed the pillowcase. No, it didn’t help. Not in the slightest.

I’m too hot. I mean, seriously, too hot. Generally, when I come to bed, my feet are cold. Freezing. But it is mid-December (almost) in Western Oregon. And I do have our window open about six inches. So, my feet are cold. However, by the time my feet have started to thaw out, I am too hot from the waste up, and that is how it will be the rest of the night. Sleeping without covers- too cold. Sleeping with covers- too hot. Closing the window- not an option. The bedroom is even warmer then.

We keep the house at 68* in the winter. Although, I have realized that 68* in the winter is somehow colder than 68* in the summer. Why? I think that evolution has conned our brains into holding on to the sunshine, and therefore blue sky in the summer is warmer than the same in the winter.

Makes absolutely no sense at all.

My dissertation is weighing on my mind too. I start to fall asleep and my brain goes, “Hey! I think that if we added this fact here and moved this passage over there, things would flow better”. Followed by, “No. Just add a definition or new statistic and everything will be fine”.

Then there is my book series that I am trying to align. Changes made in one timeline have to be fixed in later timelines.

And I suppose that I should not use a real place. Not like a large place like New York or LA, no my story starts off in a small town. A real and existing town. I think it makes things feel more authentic. But, it may also give away the identity of me, the author. And with the genre I am working in, may not be the best idea. Then again, I have no living family left in town, soooo.

Our cruise is in a little over three months. Will the kids be ok for almost a month without supervision? Yes, I am aware that they are all over 20. But my kids are what I like to call, ‘independently dependent’. I am really counting on my daughter-in-law to run herd on the bunch.

Is that mean? Maybe. Then again, if I’m not here, maybe they will figure out all that I do and appreciate me more when I come back?

They say that miracles happen every day. The question is, will one happen here?

While I am at it- who exactly are ‘they’?