After four posts about sleep, I'm happy to announce that for the past three night's I slept for seven, count them, seven hours. I'm almost a whole new me. I say almost, because, apparently I'll need a few more nights, consistency and all, to declare success. So long head swimming fog.
It's the quality of sleep that counts as well. Last night I had a number of dreams that made me wrestle a bit. Oddly one stuck with me this morning. I was shopping with Husband in the bedding department of Bloomies in New York City, 59th and Lex, specifically, when Husband threw my make-up bag like he was pitching a baseball. It sailed over towels, never to be found. I was so annoyed. He is so not into sports!
Anyway, I do believe my success is owed to lights out at the same time. Which did not happen over night! Enough bedtime talk for now. Don't want to bore you to sleep!
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