Wednesday, February 25, 2015
The Rest Cure
I feel like I am re-entering the land of the living. The night before last I just could not go to sleep until about midnight, and when I got up yesterday morning I felt stiff and slow-limbed, like I was wading through peanut butter. I was zombified all day. Last night, though, I went to sleep at 10 p.m. and slept solidly until almost 7 a.m., and wow, did that feel amazing!
Sleep is so strange. What goes on in our brains and bodies when we sleep, what rewiring and reworking -- and why do we feel so terrible without it?
Anyway, other than that, I don't have much for you this morning. I was going to say something about the Oscars, but I feel like the moment has passed, and anyway all I have to say is that I haven't seen about 75 percent of what was nominated. Dave and I are talking about going to see "Birdman," but these days there seems to be a vast gulf between talking and actually doing, so who knows when we'll get around to it. The others will have to wait until they come out on streaming video.
Our amaryllis plants are looking quite prosperous -- we've got lots of leaves and one obvious flower bud -- and the pigeons are once again chowing on our bird seed. I refilled the bird feeder on Monday morning and briefly left the bucket of seed on the ground while I went inside to get a cup. When I came back out, Olga was face-first in the bucket having a snack. Her poop looked very interesting yesterday!
(Photo: Golders Green, Feb. 8.)