With final exams finally done, I have resumed my long-standing love affair with sleep.
I realize there hasn’t been a true coronation, or anything, because I would hate for anyone to make a fuss…but… I secretly consider myself the queen of bedtime routines. I read about sleep. I read myself to sleep. More than once I’ve tried to finagle a life that I could manage entirely from my bedside. These efforts have reached varyingly high-degrees of success, actually. You’d be surprised.
Then there is the sleep maintenance part of the whole deal. Fluff the pillows. Flip the mattress, well, naturally. Change the sheets often.
Ah, now consider accessories. Let’s just say: I’m flush with sleep accessories. OK, ok, let’s say more than that. Sleepy music mix tapes. Pajamas for every season. Slippers and sock-slippers. Several varieties of over-night facial cream. Scented pillow spray. Oh, and if you ever need a sleeping mask, seriously, call me! I’m pretty sure I have a spare.
Last night I flopped down between the covers at what, to anyone else, would be an embarrassingly early hour. Scrunched up my toes with glee, and considered the coming months without coursework. Whew.
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Reading with Naomi: Heartbeat by Sharon Creech
Recent Goodness: Monique's proliferation of text messages to get me through finals.
Personal Soundtrack: Horses by Rickie Lee Jones
Dinner Line-Up: Spaghetti Squash with Pesto, Tomato & Mozzarella Salad
Recent Revelation: I'm not exactly a positive thinker.
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