My no-posting-while-sleepy rule interfered with my posting yesterday. I came home and settled in to write this wonderful post about what we were doing in class, realized that I had typed and deleted and retyped words that were more nonsensical than the ones before, so I decided to save the draft and finish it in the morning. Except I didn’t. Because I had hit delete instead of save.
Instead of getting angry about screwing up my perfect record of posting this month, I started pondering things like, “How can I type when I’m nearly asleep?” and “Is sleep-typing anything like sleep-walking?” “Can I set some kind of alarm to go off if I type between certain hours?”
So all sorts of thoughts tumbled out this morning as I was racing off to my first appointment at 6:15 AM. I wondered how MRI machines really work, how a suction cup can hold my cell phone display on the dashboard so easily, and which one of these buildings I was supposed to be in.
Then I wondered why I couldn’t find the phone number to call to help me figure out where I was supposed to be.
Then I wondered what makes tears flow when we’re angry or upset.
I wondered what made some doctors better than others, what works to get me to laugh, and how I got so lucky to marry a guy who not only got my car fixed for me, but also took me to lunch AND brought home whoopie pies from the best bakery on earth.
I am wondering right now why kitties don’t have opposable thumbs – and why they would be so much cooler with them. (I wouldn’t have to open doors for them anymore for starters…)
And, as I go to sleep listening to the guys camping out in sleeping bags in the basement, I’ll wonder what tomorrow will bring.