Too sad to sleep.
My pillow would be wet if I could ever get to the bed. Insomnia is bad enough without emotional duress. WTF? My guitar/music instructor (whom I met this evening for the first time) will be a challenge to work with me thinks. It’ll be good, just difficult. I had the PRS restrung while I was preoccupied with him. I need a sequencer… or whatever you call the doodad that records some hooty that you can play back in a loop. I spend an hour on the treadclimber tonight before weighing myself. It seems the scale is continuing the downward trend, which is positive. The night air on the ride home was pleasant. I dropped off the truck in favor of the motormehicle for the to and fro to workout-land. The best part of my evening was watching House with Henry all curled up next to me. Other than that, it was a rollercoaster. I’m not sure what set it all off. I’m going to dig around in the cupboard for sleep aid.
Get your doc to prescribe Ambien CR. I take the 12.5’s but there is a 6.25 a well. It works like a charm!
Sorry to hear that your emotions are still finding time to take over. I guess that’s both good and bad. Don’t wanna be hardened to things.
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