…a needle pulling thread?
No. Just me watching the sun come up again.
My pool plans were dashed on yesterday, and it looks like they’re not going to amount to anything today.
I did wind up Googling something about forty-five minutes ago (when it would have been nice to be sleeping). I’d forgotten that insomnia can be a side effect of quitting smoking. I suspect the brain and body doesn’t differentiate between real and electronic. And there’s no getting around the fact that, five weeks in, this has been the hardest week yet. Of course I don’t know if it’s because the craving is actually getting worse, or if it’s just harder to ignore because I’m getting so much less sleep.
Maybe I’m going about trying to fix this the wrong way. Instead of trying to get as much rest as I can, when I finally manage to fall asleep, maybe sucking it up for one day…just fighting the urge it as hard as I can and staying up all day is the answer. God knows I’d be so tired when bedtime rolls around that I should be able to doze off immediately.
It would be interesting to find out how it’s possible for someone who is as tired as I am, and has been for as long as I can remember, can have trouble sleeping. Even if withdrawal symptoms are causing it, exhaustion has to trump everything else.
Who know. But I guess I’m going to try again. After I shut the alarm off. Even if I manage to fall asleep by six-thirty, I have serious doubts that I’ll be ready to jump in the pool at eleven. This is me we’re talking about though. Stranger things have happened.