Sleepless on Saturday

Bit of an exaggeration here, I slept some off and on, going to sleep with one episode of Vera on Britbox , waking up to a whole new murder going on and thinking as one does in a muzzy sleep hazed brain, ” Don’t remember him” . The sun was awake and shining merrily away through the patio doors, making my usually frozen little bedroom like sleeping in a green house with no door open, my shirt was indeed sticking to my back, and for once I was unsure whether the cause was my usual nightime fever or it was just so blooming hot( I settled for the second )

I would love to say I dove out of bed, and sprinted to the bathroom, but I dive nowhere these days unless it’s face first, when the floor magnet pulls me down , ( because it wants a cuddle ) . So after giving myself a damn good talking too, I made it off the bed,shuffled next door, to glare at the Shower as I walk passed to go brush my teeth, …it’s not the showers fault it’s a perfectly good functional water sprayer thingy, it’s just it requires so much energy( doesn’t it, all that getting naked, washing then dressing again, I prefer to blame the Shower than blaming myself getting dirty) , But this is my routine ,plus I’m hot and sweaty and standing under running cool water today seems actually inviting , to me its really the easier option, I just soap up ,the water does the rest for me ….

It felt good washing away the night before, I had a bad headache, ( Headaches since Covid are indeed a force to be reckoned with, really feeling like ones head wants to explode and your eyes eject out of their sockets, I can’t explain it really ,but as a lifetime sufferer of headaches these are trust me unique ( and born in a good way) .the little sleep I had managed was filled with nightmares another Co vid joy, your dreams are so lifelike, vivid, I woke at least once short of breath, and getting up to check my door was indeed locked ( it if course was.

As I stand under the tepid water ,I pull my back scrubber back and forth across my rash covered back, it’s wonderful, my back feels cleaner and itched all at the same time, I let out a little contented sigh,( I love my back scrubber)

After showering I go get dressed, which I do in my living room , I can sit down and get my breath back, my bunny looks on amused, . I make a pint of strong hot almost black coffee, in the vain hopes it can wake up the parts of me that refuses to join in with this whole daytime awake thing…(.it’s useless there really isn’t enough coffee for that.)… I’m aching and I’m tempted to roll back under the covers and watch another half episode of Vera and drink my brew, but if I do that my head won’t let me settle , I hear that voice who berates, yell,s and spurs me in my sides to move, so I sit listening to Jesse sleep, the sound of distant blackbirds, and the revving of a van not far from my room, the smell emitting from its exhaust, makes its way through the door, that I had opened just moments earlier to allow fresh air and sun in, it hit my nostril,s violently one of the few smells I can indeed smell and wished I couldn’t, . It smells vile and my already nauseous stomach flips and moans,… so despite the lovely day, I shut it out and sit on my bed getting myself ready to start my day…

One of the more pleasant aspects of my day , was talking to Jesse as he himself battles the good fight between sleep and waking, we listen to the news, this is an odd affair as we listen on his tv there in the US, via google duo and I find myself these days not only knowing more about American current affairs than British but actually enjoying the energy given off by the excellent newscasters, …we turn over the channel at points to hear the BBC on sky, it’s odd really because I never really enjoyed the news here, until now, ..I love the funny add,s for medications, diets, persil liquid detergent, I know more about American products than British on the whole and it can get confusing reverting back and forth …, Another highlight was talking to a mutual friend of ours via Facebook,

Well we tried anyhow, I found myself almost struck dumb as I rarely utter more than a few words to anyone other than Jesse, and this in itself is odd as he can’t shut me up, lol…But over the last 11 months I’ve spoke only to him really, not seeing anyone on a day to day basis, she must have thought it was like pulling teeth lol, I was laying down in my room in the dark other than my flickering fairy lights and two small candles, she would be now thinking I was having a rave all but from the lack of music of course, but despite it being over two years since we all spoke , even the wonders of the disconnecting face book and that bloody pinging sound we managed to enjoy a brief sojourn into socializing , two Americans and one Brit, time did little to dull our joy of one another’s company, and for a while Covid 19 was on the backburner for us all,

Odd to think , that this now days is our way of enjoying company , but for a while things were almost near normal, And laughter travelled the distanced and I was amongst friends and forgetting my pain ….