Monday, November 09, 2020
Sleepless poems
You all did a great job with a weird subject. It appears I was not the only one who has been losing sleep.
Gavin had the best all time reason for being up in the middle of the night! (and a great poem):
3 am. She’s up
I feed her. She grasps my thumb.
Smile, our blue eyes lock.
The Medievalist was up at 3 too:
Three a.m., oh my!
I am not at all sleepy,
Bad insomnia!
IPLawGuy was also up at three:
3 AM, my time
To cruise the empty back streets
And blast Manilow.
Christine made it an hour later:
Out cold around 9
Then wide awake around 4
Disruptive sleep.
We heard from my dad:
One two three AM
Four five six seven o'clock
Now daylight streams in.
Desiree has identified the source, at least:
Sound asleep and then
Snore, snore, snore. Poke the culprit.
Try to sleep again.
DDR has, too:
Night sounds, intriguing:
The drone of the highway, and
The call of night birds.
And Kitty knows wha the problem is, too (along with a pretty good solution)!:
Hot flashes at 1
Bathroom to pee at 4:10
I miss sleeping in
The election is past
Counting the votes continues
Peace and love for all
