I am now finishing up Week 3 of insomnia. I am sleeping some, but not reliably or well. This has the net effect of turning me into a zombie during the days. I am good for maybe watching Dr. Phil or reading Us Magazine, but not for any heavy lifting. Hence, no writing. No real thinking, either, that might lead to writing.
My mother called me this morning with the reassuring (quote-unquote) news that insomnia has become something of an epidemic. At least, that’s what she saw reported on The Today Show or Good Morning America (even as a sleep-deprived zombie, I can’t watch that dreck). This does not make me feel better. I read Sleepless. I know these are just the first signs of the apocalypse. Fortunately, I’ll likely be in the first wave and won’t have to deal with the carnage and chaos that comes afterward. Good luck with that, honey.