Without Fog

Love.

It is good to write with a clearer mind today. My sleep schedule has much improved. I learned from my friends that we have very differing ideas on what a healthy sleep schedule is. I grew up in a poorer-than-I-understood-at-the-time rural area in the foothills of North Georgia. In our area, the general consensus was that you tried to get enough sleep so that you’d have a night-time hour – an hour or hour and a half of awake time in the middle of the night that private people generally used for reading, starting meals (like a pot of beans), knitting/crocheting, or cross-stitching, and more social people would get together for a bit before heading back to bed. If you didn’t get enough sleep, you’d sleep through your night-time hour, which was a big chunk of typically-scarce free time for several people that I knew. (This seems to now be known as biphasic sleep, though I disagree with a number of the assertions I have read when looking it up on the internet.)

I feel fortunate that I got my night-time hour last night. Between all the helpful messages from people on this site and some other conversations I’ve had with friends and family, I was able to work through quite a bit of garbage that was cluttering my head. I have found a friend that is willing to carry a burdensome memory; we will get together some time next week or so for a chat.

Today I feel better, and the sun is shining. Just one week to go. Amen.