broken sleep
Dear Ciara,
Last night was a night of broken sleep. We had another power cut, but this one lasted significantly longer than the last. Despite opening the windows to let the cool air in, I just couldn’t find any comfort. For hours I tossed and turned, hot and restless, my worries spiralling out of control.
I did eventually manage to fall back asleep, but by that time the damage was already done. When I awoke this morning, I was beyond groggy. Every movement of my body felt like I was pushing through dense fog, and my mind and limbs felt out of sync.
I decided to give myself the morning to recuperate. Closed the curtains, soaked myself in the darkness, played some The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion Remastered, and waited for my energy to begin to return. I call these sorts of days "Hermit Days". When my energy finally began to return, I did some light weeding and sweeping in the garden to get a bit of Vitamin D. The sunlight helped, filling my body with enough energy to not completely waste the day.
I ended up pottering about and cleaning the house. While I didn’t do anything creative, I am glad that I was productive and did something. Tell me, Ciara, how do you spend your Hermit Days?
The song for today is:
Broken Sleep — Agnes Obel
I always think of this song when I sleep poorly, particularly the opening lines:
"broken sleep, all too human
a malady"
Love,
The Gardener