Photo by Ketut Subiyanto on Pexels.com I sleep with the television on. Yeah. So ever since I was a wee Square Peg, the quiet of night didn't sit well with me. I couldn't take it. Being a light sleeper since childhood, I can hear everything. Everything. (My Dad worked at night and loved to point …
Blogvember #19: The Wrestler.
I've become a professional wrestler. It's the only way to explain why my bed looks like this when I wake up. I snapped this photo a day ago, moments after arising from my slumber (ah, poetry) and gazing at my bed in crusty-eyed shock. Had I participated in a dance competition in my sleep? Had …
Blogtober (Redux) #24: No Sleep
The last time I was in Europe, a whopping 11 years ago, my jet lag lasted about two days and then I was fine. My, how things change. It took about five days to acclimate to the time change this time around. And not only was I experiencing days filled with exhaustion and plenty of …
3:30AM.
It's the thorn in my side. The Moby D to my Captain Ahab. The unholy half hour. Unfailingly, whether I'm distressed or experiencing the sporadic insomnia that enjoys visiting me or waking up from a rhymes with sightmare (I don't even utter the word, ya'll; my dreams are crucial), 3:30 is the time when it …
This Square Peg. 