Last night was a sleepless night of tossing and turning and evil, twisted nightmares. I have always had a lot of nightmares...varies as to when. I tried eating something, because low blood glucose can cause nightmares. So can various medications I am on. And so can having snoring or other breathing issues...which I have been told (gasp!) that I snore and whisper/whimper in my sleep.
I can't even tell you what I dreamed, I don't remember. Something scary enough to jolt me awake within ten-fifteen minutes of falling asleep.
I spent some time in the Word, but was falling asleep over the book---so tried again to give up.
At one point, I scooped up Zoe and brought her to my little RA couch. I am still often sick enough by evening to want to lay in a very cool, dark, place, without being jarred. Our bed is great, but being jarred bothers me, however slight. So naturally, Zoe began to bother me as well, and I had to put her back in her box.
In the meantime, I found that Zoe needs her ear cleaned out. Schnauzers (some of them) need the hair in their ear canals pulled out. I trade nail and dental care for mom to do this job---it is not my favorite, and at this point I find ear hair more gross than dog spit.
Just another look at weird points of my life. Nightmares and dog ears. What a world.
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