Can’t sleep and I have an ear worm going round in my head ‘all I need is you, all I need is you, and all I ever knew only you’ all because I’m singing at a choir festival on Saturday and I had to learn the backing tune to our rendition of ‘only you’ by Yazoo.
I’m also panicking because I’m in another choir, also singing, but I can’t even remember the song, let alone the words, for that one. All I can remember is that it’s a song by Robert (Rabie) Burns, because it is Burns night on Saturday, when the wee Haggis is praised….
So, trying to sleep in an armchair, but I can’t get off. They recommend you don’t use screens at night, but I’m bored, listening to a little bit of Radio. Got to be out early. No doubt I will be tired out….
I will go back to bed moaning about how tired I am, to listen to snores from someone who doesn’t have that problem….
In winter the cats retreat to their cat tree. It’s angled to be close to the radiator. The female fits neatly on her tray. But the male is more squashed up. He squeezes on but his leg and tail sometimes flop off the edge. His tray is slightly further away from the radiator, bur they have always kept the same positions, they don’t swap. Sometimes if they get too hot they go off in search of different places. Then comes the battle of the armchairs. The cats know which is my hubby’s and like stealing his seat if he goes out of the room….
If I coukd I would shrink down to cat size and curl up on the top tray above the two cats and relax. They don’t use it so it’s free….
Everything feels grey.
Pain enfold you,
sucks you in
The world is small
your house is a cocoon,
hiding your body from the world.
Turning your face from the sun,
learning not to want
not to care,
not to bother,
feeling fed up,
being annoyed by everything.
Not knowing how to escape,
mind tied down
but unable to travel,
finding no way out
in a hole
Is your cat asleep on your Sunday paper? Snuggled up and warm? How can I possibly move him…. Two hours… Four hours.. Finally he went off for some food an I got the chance to read the paper.
I think cats can sleep up to 16 hours a day? well I might be wrong. Mine usually find the warmest spot and snooze. Sometimes when they are dreaming they twitch. That’s interesting to watch, whiskers and paws moving rapidly. Tail flicking. Ears moving. What interesting dreams they must have….
Cats are beautiful to paint, they are sleek and lithe. They make interesting shapes and are graceful. As you can tell I’m a fan.
If it was summer
The dawn would be arriving,
If it was autumn
The sun would be up in a while
But winter fails the light
Sun stays abed
And my mind
In need of peace
And I stay with it
Before it’s early. Tired
Dozing in a warm glow
of remembered sunsets.
Night came out and I didn’t notice, busy doing things, running out of time. Moon and stars are up and shifting sideways, sliding like quick silver across the sky. Two minutes to midnight, almost bedtime. Maybe I’ll sleep tonight. Its January but its too warm. Finding it hard to sleep without throwing the bedding off me. When I’m feeling like this I don’t want the heating on.
Still it’s good to rest. Wake up before dawn. Sleep might come. Day is done.
Well not quite yet. But soon. Another day has drained away. I was going to do more today. It didn’t happen.
If I lived in the tropics it would be warmer and brighter. But the disadvantage is that the sun goes down about the same time every day, and day and night lengths are around the same all year round.
To be honest if I could move to the southern hemisphere for half of the year I might. I just can’t wait for summer.
Longer days, more time to fit things in. Less night and darkness.