not a wink

i write this, juice bottle in hand. i have been up all night. i haven't slept a wink. what have i done? well, i unpacked. i ran the dishwasher. i wrote people on the computer. i put away all the laundry. i sorted out all the gifts i have for people. i finished 200 pages of a book. i made a grocery list. i played solitaire scrabble on my kindle. i sat on my deck staring at the moon. i took a bath. i washed my hair. i listened to the birds singing before the dawn. i looked at my pictures from my trip. i looked at my souvenirs. i staked my tomato plant.

i did a bunch more stuff too. but what i didn't do was sleep. my system is all messed up i guess. i slept not a wink on the plane on the way home. then i went to bed at 11 that night and slept until my son woke me up at noon. then i went to lunch, and i hung around at my mother's house before going to a little league game and then driving back here. thinking, of course, that i would then get a good night's sleep.

well, as you know, that was just a silly thought. because i slept not a wink.

and i've decided that since i have to work tomorrow that i won't sleep the rest of today either. so as not to mess myself up further. i'll just go to bed at 9 pm or some such ridiculous hour. when here, it's still light out.

what will i do in the meantime? well, i guess i'll go to that work meeting that i said i'd miss. i'll deliver some gifts. i'll go to the grocery store. i'll cook myself a meal. i'll vacuum. i'll go for a walk. i'll ride my bike to the library and return the book i finished and get another one.

what i won't do is sleep. not a wink.