Here it is almost 3:00 AM and where are you sleep??
My brain’s too busy trying to figure out where that clicking sound is coming from, which I solved (the ceiling fan, because I got up out of bed and experimented with the switch).
I Thought through every miniscule detail of an addition my friend (who I haven’t talked to in aprox. 7 months) is putting on to his house. I remember specifically telling him a few years ago, when he was enclosing a porch, that he should use proper framing tecniques (headers and such) around windows and doors because he might one day add a second floor above that area. He ridiculed that idea.
He has since added a second floor and his house hasn’t fallen yet, despite his shoddy framing job. At the very least, I expected a lower floor window to suddenly pop out of the house and across the driveway. Nothing.
I’ve also contemplated the fact that no matter how magnificent my reading skills, my articulation is as bad as ever. No matter how many new words I stop and take the time to look up, they fall by the wayside and I’m stuck using the same washed up words I’ve always used, leaving me no better off.
If I eventually make it to sleep I know that tomorrow I will refuse to wake up to the world I have so little control over right now. I’m still on workers comp after three years, making only a third of my original salary and if I don’t settle out I can only go this way for another 7 years and then they’re allowed to dump me. But of course by then I’ll be ruined.
Sweet dreams
I know someone in a similar situation