There’s an exception to every rule.
If you have been following this blog you know that for several weeks I have made it my business to roll out of bed, make a cup of tea, have my Bible study, and get busy on this blog. Up until today the only real exceptions were when I was out of town.
But, today happened.
As a result of feeling like I was run over by a truck earlier this week, I have been having difficulty sleeping. Which means I am having difficulty waking. This would not be a problem on any other day, but unless I am physically unable to walk, on Wednesday mornings at 9:30, I am going to be at my Bible study. This morning I dragged myself out of bed at 7:45, moaned my way to the shower, got dressed and drove to my pre-Bible study coffee shop for the cup of delicious caffeine that would keep me engaged for the next two hours. I am really glad I made it to Bible study. These ladies are becoming very dear to me. I am sure they will appear again in this blog, they are teaching me so much.
After Bible study, I met a friend from our former life in Michigan for, you guessed it, lunch. Isn’t it amazing that ten years can pass and you can hug and share as though you haven’t missed a day? I know I have written about so many of these encounters, but I am still surprised when they happen, and I keep pinching myself to see if my life right now is real.
I wouldn’t let myself go home until I had exchanged books at the library and gone to the gym. I wasn’t silly enough to think that I could do 30 minutes on the elliptical, 15 minutes of weightlifting, and time in the pool, but I knew that if I spent just 30 minutes in the pool, my body would thank me. I was right. Being in the water erases my pain and even my fatigue. I am not sure why that works, but it is lovely.
I drove myself home, plunked myself on the couch, and have been there ever since. After dinner with my dear husband, I will begin the decline into what I hope will be a restful night’s sleep. The last two nights I was exhausted and was sure that sleep would come quickly, but ended up awake into the wee hours.
I am happy to report that in my exceptionally late nights, I have had the company of Jodi Picoult’s The Storyteller (which I highly recommend) and a few night-owls who play Words With Friends at all hours. I haven’t hated being up late, it has just broken the routine. So, here’s to adapting. Here’s to being thankful that my schedule allows for flexibility. And, finally, here’s to hoping for a sound sleep.
When you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.