November 3rd, 1998
I am so tired. It's the weather, and it's the cold that is seeping in, chilly and slightly wet, just like I said. Now, why didn't you listen to me earlier?
It's even gotten to the point where my green light jacket no longer works in making me think I am protected from the elements.
I need to worry about my blood sugar. I have been getting so tired after I eat that I seriously could fall asleep sitting up right after I eat. That's how hard it all hits me.
I slept quite soundly last night. It was one of those delicious sleeps where the comforter cools your hot cheek, as if you are young and feverish again, and mom has come in to place a damp washcloth against your forehead, and taken the moment to smooth away wispies so they don't stick to your skin, and then the warmth of another body. Mmm, I can't beat that any night, that exquisite feel of flesh. It's comfort so incredible, and lately I have been sent off with calmness and surity. Waking up this morning was difficult. My head seemed glued to the pillow, and sand weights, wrapped in dark blue silk, rested over my eyes, and refused to let me open my eyes.
The alarm clock has been affecting me less and less, so maybe it's time for a new one.
The cold has made my fingers almost arthritic in the morning, and quite dry. Soon, I will loosen up again. Maybe I need to pick up my ASL or ESL skills again. Nothing quite like signing the alphabet quickly at stoplights to make your hands go through quite a workout.
I hate the way eyes are drooping right now. It is definitely time to go.
Sweet dreams.
