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Kitsune, originally uploaded by Wntrmute.
Edinburgh is full of rain. Rain. Darkness and rain. I'm home on the sofa, wrapped in blurriness. These past months I have been doing battle with insomnia. I have lost the release catch that lets me drop into sleep. My off switch is broken, and sleep comes and goes like a light in a thunderstorm. I'm building a mountainous sleep debt of three, four hours a night. The alarm goes off each morning at 6.30, and I catch myself on the edge of the sleep cliff at all the worst moments. I'm a zombie with a fragmented glass brain (the light bulb shattered, I think.) My memory is like raw egg whites. Sleeping pills didn't work. Today the doctor took one look at me and sternly sent me home to my bed, clutching a sick note. Given that I can't sleep at night, it's nice that I have permission to sleep all day. And I slept all day. And I'm still tired, and aching brained. And wondering if it's too early to go back to my bed.
If you've seen me lately, and I didn't make much sense, this is why.
(p.s. my cat, but not my picture. picture by the lovely Dr G.)