Allergy Alter

Ah, once again, spring is on its way.  While my nose may be red, my eyes watering, and my sniffer snuffed out, I have determined that there are a few distinct advantages to allergy attacks.  For one thing, you get to sleep a lot.  There is the having to flip sides every 10 minutes to alternate nostrils, but at least you're lying down.  There's the benefit of not feeling much of anything because your head is off floating like a balloon in the corner of the room.  Oh, and quilts!  Lots and lots of quilts to drift among, in and out of consciousness.  There is always chicken soup ( in a pinch, Chik-fil-a's is not too bad, and they do have a drive-thru).  And being too fuzzed out to even think of reading, there's a Law and Order episode on at all times on one channel or another.  So I settle in, quilts up to the chin, hiding just a tiny, little grin...

Hello Darkness

As the song by Simon and Garfunkel goes,  "Hello darkness, my old friend."  A user-friendly name for insomnia.  Having insomnia has become tiring, to say the least.  That being said, I have decided to embrace my insomnia rather than argue with it.  When arguing begins, without fail, insomnia wins.  And so, in these lately late nights I have started to make friends with watercolor pencils.  Thus far, nothing I've created could remotely be considered gallery-worthy, but I do find it far more relaxing than, say, ID TV.  The combination of busy hands with a wandering mind has brought about a remarkable change.  I actually look forward to my dark aloneness, falling asleep fairly easily with an anticipatory delight at the thought of a 3 a.m. session with pencils, paper, water, me, and the silence of night.