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Too Old to Look at the Stars

I'm old, or at least I feel old. Because I lost a lot of sleep in trying to see some falling meteors the night before last, I spent yesterday in a fog.

I had previously scheduled a Swedish massage for 2:30. I don't normally order up a massage just for the heck of it, but the day spa where I have my hair cut was offering a deal, and I bought it on impulse one day. I had to use the purchase in November, and so yesterday was pretty much the only day I could do that.

Between lunchtime and the massage, I decided to take a quick nap. I like power naps now and then—twenty minutes just to close my eyes and postpone functioning. I lay down on the couch and let myself slip into power-nap mode, and it was such wonderful relief from exhaustion.

I had a weird dream—Husband and I were living in a big, sprawling house with huge hallways and a giant kitchen. We decided to take in a boarder, a man who paid rent and had free reign in the kitchen. One day the man started rummaging through the pantry and complaining about the snack food I kept in stock. I asked what he would like, and he said he wanted "normal food," specifically rice crispy treats, and I was expected to make them. Then he took a shower and managed to flood the whole house, leaving big puddles of water every where. It was such a mess, and I wished he would move.

I woke up from my nap and said out loud to myself, "I'm so glad I don't have to make rice crispy treats." That's when I discovered I hadn't slept for twenty minutes—I had actually slept for two solid hours. TWO HOURS. That's not a power nap. That's a mini-nighttime sleep.

I did what I could to fix my hair, brushed my teeth, threw on some shoes, and rushed to the day spa for the stupid massage, which was the last thing I needed—what I really needed was to be dowsed with ice water or injected with strong coffee. I managed to stay awake through the massage, one that was unfortunately designed to be relaxing. I thought about asking the masseuse to be mean, but I didn't have the energy to speak the words.

I am apparently too old to be sitting out in the cold in the middle of the night looking at the stars without expecting to pay for it the next day.

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dive said…
Robyn, you DO live in a big sprawling house with huge hallways and a giant kitchen!
At least you do compared to some of us over here on this tiny island. Sheesh, your CAR is bigger than my house. Hee hee.

I've not had rice krispie treats since I was a kid. I really think you should make some.
9:54 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Funny story! I just can't do those naps either. I don't really sleep during the day, it doesn't seem to work for me. I know if I managed to fall asleep, it'd be like you, for several hours.

Did you enjoy the massage though really? I'm quite envious, it's been a while since I had one.
8:01 PM
savannah said…
i've been awake on and off since 2am! i hate the time difference between here and deepsestdarkestafrica, but anyway, it's 8pm and i want to go to bed, but i know if i do, i'll be awake way too early OR even worse, have nightmares about rice krispie treats! ;~D xoxoxoxo
8:02 PM
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