I Was Sleepin' When I Wrote This

My lord but I am tired tonight. I'm trying desperately to stay up until nine-thirty but I'm not sure I'm going to make it. I don't know why I'm so tired.
Well. There was the fact that I had a hard time getting to sleep last night. This has been happening rather frequently and I am developing a bad habit around it. I get up, grab my book and go to the kitchen where I eat a bowl of twiggy and fibery cereal with soymilk and that's not so bad but then I start in on other things that I would never think about eating during the day. Seriously. I find myself eating the smoked almonds which you can not get enough of while during the daytime, I eat only the raw almonds are pretty darn easy to limit. I mean twelve is about enough.
Not sure what's going on there or why I'm having problems getting to sleep. I don't think I'm any more worried than usual although actually, now that I think about it, I am sort of showing the signs of anxiety I was having last summer but I am convinced THIS IS TEMPORARY!
Okay? Got that?
Put your hand on the radio, hear the testimony.
I am having a lot of hot flashes and it never fails that right as I fall asleep, a big one will shake my brain awake with the message that the world is coming to an end and doom is at hand and then I realize I'm so thirsty I'm about to die and then I just go ahead and fling the covers off and let that motherfucker take me over and I lie there and sweat for awhile and finally, it goes away and I cover back up and I'll be falling asleep again and Mr. Moon will roll over (and when a six-foot, nine-inch man rolls over, it does create a bit of, uh, movement in the mattress) and then I'm awake again. Or else maybe Zeke, the tiny dog who sleeps with us, begins to scratch or else he wants up on the bed and I'm awake again, thinking I might as well get up and go eat the kitchen.
Ah lah.
So lack of enough sleep is one of the reasons I'm tired and another is that I didn't walk until almost noon when it was about ninety-five degrees or something. Plus, I had to stop and pick some blackberries, standing there in the briars getting skin-ripped and sunburned, all for about a cup of berries.
That made me tired.
And I'd gotten up seven and went to yoga, too.
Then I had to go to town and do a few things, one of which was to help HoneyLuna pick out some scrubs for her upcoming trip to Jamaica to do Medically Helpful Things with the folks there. That was sort of fun and thank goodness there was a chair in the dressing room area. I almost fell asleep a few times, waiting for her to try on the red pants with the black top. She's going to be a stylin' Medically Helpful Person. Trust me on this.
And the library had to be visited and also the New Leaf Market for (ta-da!) raw almonds and just when I thought I could go get gas and hit Publix like a meteor, Mr. Moon called and needed a ride back from the other side of town due to a vehicle which misperformed.
I finally got home and we checked the chickens and unloaded the car and then I had to do some laundry and cook supper and you know me- that does not involve ripping a piece of cellophane off a box and nuking it. No, it involved chopping all sorts of vegetables and cooking them and making muffins and, oh, blah, blah, blah.
And then I was so tired I thought I couldn't get up but I did and here I am. Mr. Moon, bless his heart, washed most of the dishes and I owe him a million dollars for that.
It's raining a little tiny bit, or dripping off the trees. I don't know. And those frogs are at it again, screeching their froggy screeches and I think I'm going to take a shower and get in bed.
If I brush my teeth long enough, it'll be nine-thirty before I get there.
Sweet dreams, y'all.