Don’t Sleep All Day

“Don’t sleep all day tomorrow.” That’s what she said to me before she went to bed. I asked her why. She said, “I need to talk to you.” “Do we have to talk in the morning,” I asked. She did not reply but went to bed. So now I’m going to have to take a few extra sleeping pills or else I will be up all night worrying about the subject matter of our “talk.” (As if I didn’t know.)

It’s really difficult to watch your world collapse around you and not be able to stop it. The last of my babies goes off to college this week. Then it will be the Empty Nest. No kids–No buffer. Now what will I do? Sleep all day? Plus I turn 60 this December. Now I don’t fear death, but what’s the rush. If the stats about death rates in the United States are correct, I have about 10 to 15 years left. Not a lot of time if you ask me. And I had so much that I wanted to do. All those things I swore to myself in the 60’s that would make the world a better place to live. With all the problems we have, both personally and nationally, I don’t think my contributions would have helped much, other than to show concern (which won’t get you far in this world.)

At any rate, I have said my piece, lame though it may be. If you disagree, good. You are the smart one. Don’t ever listen to anything I have to say. I am no mental heavy weight and am easily discounted in most circles. But that’s ok. I understand. In fact, I’m one of you. I, too, think I am full of shit. Has it taken you this long to figure that out? You need to pay better attention. Later…..M


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