The days are bright and filled with pain. Enclose me in your gentle rain. The time you ran was too insane. We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again

One Thing Leads to Another

I was physically and mentally drained when I returned home Sunday with more luggage than I’ever taken anywhere. To top it off anxiety set in and no matter how much Trazadone, my OTC and Melatonin I took I could not sleep. Typical Sunday night before my work week, but it was a very untypical extended weekend.

According to a survey by online panel provider Toluna Omnibus, one in four people have trouble falling asleep on Sunday nights. A separate study by found that 75 percent of workers experience some version of the Sunday night blues. Plus, on average, most people manage to get six and a half hours of sleep on Sundays—well below the recommended eight hours. What gives?

Welcome to Sunday night insomnia, or as sleep specialist Michael J. Breus, PhD, refers to it: social jet lag. And according to experts, you can mostly blame it on your weekend schedule, which is usually quite different from your usual Monday through Friday routine.

“I think a lot of people don’t realize how shocking our [weekend] habits are to the body,” says Wesley Delbridge, RD, spokesperson for the Academy for Nutrition and Dietetics. For one, “there’s not a lot of physical or mental activity that happens on Sunday,” says Delbridge. “Because you’re not tired from work or moving around, when it comes time to fall asleep, your body stays awake.”

Plus, sleeping in during the weekends throws your entire biological clock (or circadian rhythm) out of whack, just like the “jet lag” you experience when traveling across time zones. Alcohol and caffeine might be culprits, too; that 2 p.m. mug of coffee you chug to recover from a boozy Saturday evening will be in your system for hours afterward, leaving you tossing and turning late into the night.

Needless to say I opted to work from home which was best for everyone. Had I not already had the firm tablet with me it would have been an unpaid day off. 

It was a struggle to post the pix that Max took and Joe Jung sent to me, my new friend from Naperville. I have stories to share but good gawd I think the pix alone tell the untold tale.

TBC – az

Yesterday 4/9/2019 my lunch break in Evanston. Today 36 degrees, a temp drop of 30 degrees and we’re hit with windchill rain and chance of snow. 


Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?

Half A World Away

Hello again, do you remember me
Am I just a dream or still a memory?
Its been so long now so much time has passed
You’re half a world away and still my love lasts

When I close my eyes I can see your face
And then I look around to all this empty space
I only wonder if you feel the same
Am I still real to you or am I just a name

When you dream am I ever there
To kiss your face and brush your long white hair?
When you close your eyes do you feel my touch?
Are you in my arms again, do I mean this much?

I hate to bring up these things I’m thinking of
Because when I remember us all I feel is love
You’re so far away and were so far apart
Still you’re ever closer in by breaking heart

Will we meet again and then say hello
And how long would that last I guess well never know
My arms reach to you, hold onto my hand
Half a world away am I still your man?

So close your eyes and fall asleep
Maybe in your dream is where you will keep
Memories of days long passed
Of a lover whose love shall forever last

and just like that she Skype called me and we talked till we both fell asleep looking into each others eyes.

and then I woke up to this

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