It’s 1:16am. I feel like a broken record saying I have insomnia again. Or perhaps it is painsomnia. I am hurting all over. When I was in bed, I woke up with a start. I felt so uncomfortable, both physically and mentally. It felt strange. But I’m okay right now. My shoulder is still killing me, but maybe I could go back to sleep soon. The pain comes and goes. It also hurts when I move my neck a certain way. All of those muscles are connected, I know. It sucks. I have a massage on Thursday to hopefully help with the aches and pain. My massage therapist can work wonders.
I was talking with my husband last night, and he showed me an article about a message in a bottle found on and Australian beach after being hidden for 138 years (I think that’s the right number). Then I decided we should go to California and put a message in a bottle in a tar pit, and see if anyone ever finds it. If they can find dinosaur bones, surely they can find a message in a bottle. I wonder what the message would be. Perhaps “if you find this, call me!” But maybe they wouldn’t find it in my lifetime. Maybe it could be a treasure for future generations.
One thing that bothered me about the article was a quote from the woman who found the bottle. She said something about this find being the greatest thing in her life. She is married and has a son, two things which I am inclined to believe are much more wonderful than finding a message in a bottle, no matter how old the dumb thing is. I’ve already had the greatest day of my life- my wedding day! It makes me so happy just to reminisce, and to know I am spending my life with an absolutely wonderful man. That’s not to say I won’t have other really wonderful days, but nothing beats my husband.
It is supposed to snow a lot here today. It hasn’t started yet as predicted, so I kind of wonder. I wonder a lot. My mind wanders around, pondering different things until I end up just staring into space. This could be fibrofog, or perhaps depression. I can’t think straight a lot of the time; my concentration is next to nil. My energy is depleted so badly lately. I can’t remember the last time I cooked dinner. Maybe over the weekend? Beats me. I can’t remember that far back. My Spanish lessons are going by the wayside. No hablo espanol.
I’m reading a book right now that I just don’t feel invested in. I am just not feeling it at all. But of course I have to keep reading it. I have a weird sort of guilt if I start a book and don’t finish it. There’s only one book I did that with, because it was so disgusting. So I’ll keep reading this one. I think next time I’ll go with a classic. I’m trying to be more well-read, so I’m shooting for a few classics a year. We’ll see how long that lasts.