Friday, December 19, 2003
Nap Time
I’ve been in Naples, FL for about 2.5 hours now. The weather is cooler (cold-ish) than normal but the intensity of light is exactly what I remember.
Ah to be at the ‘rents house. Lunch, tea, cookies, the news on constantly in the background. I told them I’ve been on a generally unhealthy schedule of not sleeping, eating or exercising properly and am counting on them to take care of me. They’re gym happy. They’re healthy. They sleep. This will be good.
And I’m already deeply regretting not bringing my router, airport and laptop with me. I was just too tired to think straight and pull apart my equipment at 6am this morning. And I didn’t want the idiot security guards messing with anything.
I’ve only gotten about 7 hours of sleep in the past 2 nights. Packing, taking things places. And then my sink started overflowing, as did my neighbors. So there was a little party in our apartments, around 2 am, snaking sinks. So. Painfully. Tired.
This morning I realized the most common way I see dawn is to catch flights. I love crossing the Memorial Bridge, it’s the largest chunk of sky I’ve seen in months. I think airports get more and more rediculous, though I can understand the ‘why’ of everything. Standing in line, taking off my bionical boot, and my regular boot. The first time I’ve not been called aside for special searching in the past 2 trips. My seat was among 3 young children, the one in my row mentally & physically challenged. Her young mother told me she had sedated her and was hoping it would kick in. Within 20 mintues I heard her say, “I should have given her 2 milligrams.” And the child laughed and cried and moaned during the whole flight. I curled one leg up in the chair and slept with my hood and scarf. I am worried I’ll be a bad mother because I can sleep through the crying. I woke only when she started kicking the seat, and reaching out, from the pain as the aircraft descended. Poor little girl. And soon there was a chorus of babies, screaming from the pressure in their soft little eustrachian tubes, and I knew we would land soon.
Time to sleep. And hopefully dream.
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