I slept perfectly for the six nights I was with the kids for Thanksgiving. I was out “like a light” as soon as my head touched the pillow, and I never slept less than eight hours. It was partly relief from the stress of the last several months and partly the pure mountain air. But mostly it was that I had no responsibilities. No pills to manage, no pharmacy runs, no doctor appointments, no classes. “Just put your feet up,” my daughter-in-law Katrina said, and I did.
I have always been a “busy” person. As a child, I would be the first to leave playing in the street after dinner because I had “things” to do. My college roommate swears that I would turn down a movie with friends because I owed a letter to my parents! I never stayed up all night to cram for an exam. One could call me “disciplined,” but “compulsive” might be more accurate.
That may explain why since January, 2008, I have published 1,449 “70-Something”, now “80-Something.” blog posts.
Every Thursday and every Sunday.