I have slept an average of five hours since Monday.
Just can’t seem to shut my brain off as easily as I flick the light switch.
The clock seems to move ever so slowly, almost mocking me.
I keep thinking of pleasant things in an attempt to make one of them my last one, but then the not-so-pleasant ones creep in. Like a nimble cat.
Oh, how I abhor cats. And I’m sorry if I just lost half of my readership right at the end of that sentence.
But seriously, why would you want to be anywhere near a cat?
They look so evil. And so regal (not in a good way). And just so pompous.
Such an air of nonchalance about them.
For all you dog-lovers out there, the expected thing for me to say would be, “On the contrary, look at dogs … they’re simply adorable, cute, with big loving eyes, and wagging tails…”
Well, sorry to disappoint, but not a big dog fan here, either.
I mean, I could like ‘em but even they can be moody, grumpy, and simply too needy.
Like kids.
Always wanting something.
Food, diaper change, toys, attention. So, so dependent. And helpless.
The same way old people are — the really old ones, you know, who’ve been around for all kinds of sh*t.
Witnessing the big wars, the Depression, the invention of adult diapers, their children becoming hippies, their grandkids surfing through TV channels like there was no tomorrow, their great-grandkids poking them on Facebook.
I don’t know if I’d want to live to be that old.
To witness so many changes. To lose all the “reality” I grew up with.
To not have anyone around who understood or related to my stories of yore.
But we don’t choose when we die…all we can do is choose to live well. Make the most of what we have today. Love our families, be thankful for friends, and do 
something meaningful with our limited time on this planet.
Time…the one thing that always keeps ticking on.
Should’ve slept last night when the clock indicated it’s Thursday, but thoughts like those above kept gnawing at my brain like an annoying cat.
Ugh.
Cats.
This has been another one of those Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays posts — a blog carnival started by Duane Scott and adopted in earnest by yours truly.
Keep well,
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LOL. Now, thanks for entertaining me today.
I am a dog person.
I loathe cats.
There I said it. I feel so much better.
So happy to have you let it out. Now the whole wide world knows.
I am with you Mansi. I am only a tree and mountain person. Dogs are tolerable but cats, no way. I stopped visiting many blogs as they suddenly started a ‘step-by-step-drooling-of-cats’ they had as pets. Before someone calls me names, let me stop.
But I do hope that you feeling much better than yesterday. I wish you sleep well with lovely dreams of butterflies and smiles.
Joy always,
Susan
Aww. Thanks, Susan.
My sleep-aid (a.k.a. hubby) is back today, so yes, I’ll be dreaming of butterflies and smiles
Hi Mansi, I stopped by to thank you for your lovely comment on my BON day and had to jump to this particular post. Okay, that photograph of the contorted face? Now THAT is disturbing! As you may have gathered from my recent post, I don’t abhor cats (I have three, and as long as I am on this planet, I will have at least two). But I can relate to insomnia (for me, it is a symptom of menopause). I’ve joked that sometimes I toss and turn so much, the cats won’t even sleep with me! Anyway, here’s a trick I’ve used that can help a little: turn the clock away from you. Somehow, not seeing the time can help. I hope you’ve been able to catch up on your sleep since posting this piece last week!
Thanks, Katie. I don’t always comment, but I do read your blogs through my Google Reader subscription.
My clock projects the time up on the ceiling — all I really need to do is take those darn glasses off and then I can’t see a thing!
I think I’ll take another weekend to recover … life’s just been a series of blahs for me lately.
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