I remember the weather when we first went into lockdown last year. It was nice. Jenna and I would walk around the neighborhood (or just our yard – pre the neighbors' arrogant chickens and Bonnies) and take pictures. This year has been overcast, windy and cold – except when it’s not. It’s like mother nature has a endless case of PMS and is wreaking havoc with the skies. Sending awful turbulence and bleakness – at least in my neck of the woods. Strange, but as I write this, the sun is shining like it has been there all this time. Never enveloped with clouds or darkness.
I have blamed the weather for my being tired - though I have probably OD’d on sugar since Easter. It did not help matters when yesterday after feeling bloated, Roland insisted I take some Alka-Seltzer -which would be fine but the only Alka-Seltzer we have is for cold medicine and as if I wasn’t already feeling comatized, the medicine only added to my tiredness and weakness and desire to do absolutely nothing but sleep.
Roland and I have been taking lots of naps – sometimes intentionally, often not. Poor Jenna. Reminds me of something I had posted to facebook last year (though I have not come across the memory as of yet)
Me: “Help! I am stuck in the house with a business freak and a drama queen!”
R: “Help! I am stuck in the house with two drama queens!”
J: “Help! I am stuck in the house with two old fogies who think sleeping is the greatest thing ever!”
Jenna doesn’t understand sleep. It’s not in her vocabulary. She’ll be up at 2:00 am texting whoever else happens to be awake. She’s awake before Roland’s alarm goes off. I doubt she gets more than 4 hours of sleep per night (she has ALWAYS been an early riser) and she is still one of the happiest people that I know. Wouldn’t it be great to get by on only four hours of sleep and have that much pep?
I hope she may continue and not let her parents sleeping habits bring her down.
