Saturday morning here. Woken up at four as usual by upstairs neighbor activity. It’s useless to be upset, they aren’t to blame for their work schedules or crappy insulation in the walls, it’s just how it is. The problem is, your brain wakes up and starts thinking all kinds of things even though you want to just rest.
After everyone leaves, including the two hours later trash truck pick up, I fell back to sleep, hard. I had a horrible nightmare and woke up crying. It was eight-thirty. I couldn’t shake the feeling of the dream that my family member was hurt. I texted them for reassurance and all was fine. It’s an hour later and I still have the sad, eerie feeling.
Coffee is usually warm and soothing on a cool morning like today, but it isn’t working. Writing and reading isn’t helping. Thinking of the absolutely stunning rainbow we saw yesterday afternoon isn’t helping. What’s up with this?
My thoughts are irrelevant to my family’s activities today. They will all be safe and carry on as usual. I’m going to turn on the tv and find a funny movie to watch 🙄😳🤔.