kvetching up

 Entry 1.  8:59 a.m. My shit sleeping habits have returned and coupled with my early rising. So, asleep at 2, up at 530.  Dogs didn't wake for another hour. I spent the gift of time planning the day. It's the day our housecleaner comes and he was arriving at 8:00 a.m., an hour early.  So, the plan was already made for me.I I had to go clean. I find it humorous that when you have a house cleaner you have to clean the house in advance.  We are a much neater family with Leiney in Bellingham and Abby is down in her lair.   Thanksgiving, Stanwood 2017 . Imagine knowing you are living on borrowed time. When I say borrowed time, I don't mean the kind most of us have. We all know we will die some day, maybe even today. But the way most of us deal with it is to live in denial, to put it out of our minds. Contrast that with living with a terminal illness, one which you know should have killed you a year ago. Every morning, you awakened by horrible abdominal pain...

 Entry 1.  5:55 a.m. Something curious has happened since I went out into the mountains. My sleep pattern has changed.  A lot.  I am asleep, and I mean asleeeeep by 9:30 p.m. and up by 5 or 5:30. I'm not loving this, but am loving the relatively sound sleep. It beats insomnia, which has been a companion most of my adult life.   My left knee is still not healed.  As a reminder, it wakes me up in the middle of the night to show me it can lock itself.  I will concede it can and does. This is excruciatingly apparent, when I move to straighten my leg.  The good news is, after between 2 and 5 minutes I succeed in unlocking the knee, and go straight back to sleep.   The other knee, the one without a meniscus hurts all the time, and is popping.  Fun times in September (Also the title of my secret journal--if I had one).