I knew this would happen
I'm so predictable
As I write this note before my main piece below, I’m at a writer’s retreat with some friends from Foster in the Catskills near Woodstock, NY. It’s beautiful here during a beautiful time of year. I mean, look at this view from the upstairs deck:
And while this is a writer’s retreat, I’ve been doing much more visiting than writing. Many writing ideas are in progress in my head but they have yet to make their way to a physical notebook, the Notes app on my phone, a Google doc, or whatever.
I did, however, write the words below before I flew out here the other day, so that’s what I have for you today. Enjoy.
Here I am, lying in bed, staring at my phone, because I can’t get back to sleep.
Usually, at this hour, 12:37 am, I’m awake. I stay up late because I have to give my daughter meds in her feeding tube while she sleeps in the hopes that they help her continue to sleep until the morning.
But this night, my wife was kind enough to take over that duty, to let me keep sleeping. And yet, I woke up. And now I’m here writing this instead of sleeping, which I sorely need to be doing right now.
See, I need to catch an early flight at 6:15 am.
And see, I need to leave about two hours early in order to be on time for said flight.
So you can see, my available and precious time for some much-needed rest is quickly dwindling away. The excitement and the really-hoping-I-didn’t-forget-to-pack-something thoughts running through my head instead of the nonsensical rapid-eye movement dreams I’d inevitably forget in the morning.
Now I can see a mediocre nap after a mediocre in-flight meal in my future.
I originally published this on my Nicheless blog.
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