I AM NOT SLEEPY RIGHT NOW SO I WILL WRITE SOMETHING TBD


It is a not uncommon circumstance with me these days, being wide awake at midnight. I take my Parkinson’s pills every  four hours and the last scheduled time in my twenty four hour pill cycle is two AM. If I happen to sleep through until my alarm wakes me at six AM, a price will be paid for this unplanned luxury as I will be very stiff and not wanting to move very fast even as my bladder is sending ‘better not wait’ messages. Because of this motivation, I seem to have become somewhat adjusted to this scenario and I sometimes wake up a little after midnight and I get up. This is too early for the two AM pills and, after a glass of milk, I usually go back to sleep until pill time at two. Tonight I went to bed knowing full well that I would be up at midnight and I would be shortly thereafter feasting on my stash of Girl Scout cookies. Feasting on Girl Scout Cookies has almost become an annual ritual. It started this time when the doorbell summoned me to the front door and I went and reluctantly opened the door a judicious little bit and peeped outside. I was fully prepared to tersely send the ‘sellers of something or another’ on their way, but a couple of days ago, when I went through this familiar drill, it was  familiar until I got to the peeping part. Because, there, on my porch, stood two Girl Scouts and nearby was their Mom with a child’s wagon loaded with GIRL SCOUT COOKIES! It was time again to indulge myself by gorging on the contents of these boxes of pure delight. Of course, I also knew the three as my neighbors of long standing – I first met their Mom and Dad before Mom and Dad were married. I quickly adjusted my demeanor to the highest welcoming ‘setting’ and invited them in where we could conclude what was certain to be a hefty sale of their cookies. I bought too many boxes by any standard of rational thought, but who is counting, I am certainly not but I am faced with the task of enjoying each and every cookie in those boxes.

The cookies were great and the milk was cold and I am now becoming sleepy, so – good night.

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