Dance of the sugar plum fairy

Visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. A phrase with romance dripping from every consonant sound and adventure wrapped up in every vowel sound. A visual memory combining a graceful ballet dancer with Humpty Dumpty falling off the wall sends my senses slip sliding away. You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. Thank you Paul for your weaving of melodious words. Words and visual images cast upon my wild imagination rocking gently against the high seas.

What exactly is a sugar plum? A plum is a plum is a plumb but dare tell what is a sugar plum? Is it a distant relative to the sour plum? Is it a plain Jane plumb soaked in honey and liquor? Or is it a FIG ment of my imagination? Is a fig related to a plum? Have I gone plumb loco?

The image of a dried up old fig drenched in sugar does little for my creative imagination. Who in their right mind would dream about dried up figs dancing around inside the realm of darkness. My weary brain, my sleep deprivation and the revolution going on inside my lungs drains every last droplet of energy I possess.

Rough day on the high seas and the mind cannot - will not shut down and drift away to dreamland or at least to the REM sleep world. Where mostly pleasant vivid colorful dreams fill my mind space and wash away the day’s disasters. If only I could close my baby blues and rests them on a huge white puffy cumulus cloud and slip away to the land of opportunity. To a place where rainbows sprinkle color onto thoughts and music lets the mind slip slide away and visions of sugar plums dance inside my head.

Stop – wait! No, No! A sugar plum is not my vision. I see a bright red strawberry swimming in creamy Godiva chocolate dancing before my eyes that are tempting me into dreamland. The nearer the destination the more you slip slide away right into a chocolate fountain. Take me away to a better place, take me away and sugar coat my dreams.

Insomnia

My insomnia has risen its ugly teeth again. It has annoyed me all week long. I just need to get some sleep. Sleep deprivation is making me into a zombie with black bags under my eyes.

Every night I have a cup of tea to relax me and help me sleep. Hello - read the label. Caffeine!!!!!

Tonight there will be NO tea.

Sleep Deprivation

Another lack of sleep night. I am so sleep deprived I can't get the coffee cup to my mouth. The dog (she 's old) 'thinks' - that's the key word - 'thinks' - she needs to go out. At this point I'm thinking - just pee on your doggy pad in the kitchen. I don't care - that's why I bought the pads. I just want a good 8 hours of uninterrupted shut-eye. A near impossible feat.
During the night about every hour she walks aimlessly back in forth and her toenails scratch across the hardwood floors. Very similar to running fingernails down a chalkboard although most now have been replaced by whiteboards. Why did that happen? Another mystery.
On the half hour she walks between the plastic window blinds on the sliding glass doors. The noise is like an alarm going off and the witch does it till I get out of bed and let her out. And she can't be let out alone she needs to be accompanied by a responsible adult. She walks aimlessly around the backyard. She doesn't like to do her business in the back yard - in secrecy away from the prying eyes of the neighbors. No, this old girl prefers the front yard - right beneath the streetlights (me in my ratty old night gown) and then she takes off like a flash down the road. I chase her around the brightly lit cul-de-sac with the tail of my night shirt flapping in the breeze. Happens every time but for whatever reason I am never prepared for this stunt.
I just want to get some sleep. Instead of doggy day care - I need doggy night care.

Sleep Deprivation

Sleeping or lack thereof is infringing upon my life and my well being. I used to be able to go to sleep at the drop of a hat and get up at the crack of dawn. I didn't even need to hear that rooster crow. What gives? Why is my internal sleeping mode gone wack?

Is it an age thing? Seniors complain mucho about their sleeping habits? I'm not near the senior level but perhaps I am an early learner? A mattress thing? Recently I purchased a new memory foam mattress pad. Couldn't afford the new bed so I settled for the pad. It's comfy.

Still going to bed at my usual time. I am getting more exercise. The dog has stopped asking to go out four times a night so I do not have that to deal with. But still I wake up almost every hour. For what?

Am I stressed? Over worked? Underpaid? YES - yes - and yes - but always have been. What's going on?

I found this great site but I'm too tired to read it, maybe tomorrow.

http://www.sleepfoundation.org/site/c.huIXKjM0IxF/b.2417141/k.2E30/The_National_Sleep_Foundation.htm