That’s fine - remove me from your list. But can I still trust flocks of birds
and mummified bodies from now
Fortunately it did not get sent. I found it later in my drafts folder. So what does this missive mean?
It means that I keep going, fighting sleep as I push myself to do more, writing emails late at night when I should be in bed.
I sleep a short time each night. Usually 5 hours at the most. Sleeping aids that I've tried do not help. Something in me wants to make the most of my waking hours. So much to do, so much I really want to do.
I woke up this morning around 5:00 and started thinking about a trip to visit my aunt in Florida. She proposed it again in a FaceBook message. From there why not go to Mexico, the Yucatan, or Costa Rica or Peru and Machu Picchu? I have never been to these places and have been longing to see these equatorial lands. The thought made me jump from my bed, but with no meds yet in my system, a shuffling walk took me to the computer to research the possibilities.
"Something in me wants to make the most of my waking hours." My 60th birthday just passed. My desire is to make the most of the remainder of my life. I want to follow the birds, not become a mummified body.
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| Slightly insane with ukulele friends at my 60th birthday party |
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