To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

I’m going to start with a little Shakespeare:

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.

From Macbeth act 2, scene 2

Yes, sleep has been eluding me until I took some muscle relaxers last night (requested a prescription from my GP on Friday) and by taking two, succeeded in getting six hours of sleep, which is far superior to three or four! It might also have helped that yesterday was a busy day with visits that culminated in a family dinner– perhaps superior to the family dinner I had initially imagined on that fateful day two Sundays ago when I took the fall off the horse that led me to ShockTrauma. My middle son Chris is back in Annapolis and has just finished his first week of work at his new job at the Smithsonian Environmental Research Center doing research on Chesapeake Bay subaquatic vegetation. (I hope I got that right). He was last night’s chef. But Chris is not the only child with a new job. Eldest son Justin, now in Singapore, started his new job at an international law firm this past week as well. (I’m not going to attempt to describe the complexity of the work he does). Then of course I must mention my lovely daughter Alex in California who just completed leading a group of 13 freshmen through their Week of Welcome (WOW) at CalPoly. Her school term as a sophomore begins on Monday. Well done Alex!

It’s the start of Sunday. I hope to walk downtown to visit the Farmer’s Market, although I suspect our purchases will be fewer since I can’t carry anything, but as the weather turns cooler I am reminded that the Farmer Market days throughout the region will start to wind down and my selection of seasonal vegetables will be greatly diminished. So it is important to enjoy what we have in the present.. particularly those fresh tart apples from local orchards.
I’m going to close with a quote from writer Evelyn Waugh
I haven’t been to sleep for over a year. That’s why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn’t sleep.

Yes resting is important. So savor a leisurely Sunday, good friends and fun times can be a great distraction.

Published by Nadja Maril

Nadja Maril is a communications professional who has over 10 years experience as a magazine editor. A writer and journalist, Maril is the author of several books including: "American Lighting 1840-1940", "Antique Lamp Buyer's Guide", "Me, Molly Midnight; the Artist's Cat", and "Runaway, Molly Midnight; the Artist's Cat". Her short stories and essays have been published in several small online journals including Lunch Ticket, Change Seven, Scarlet Leaf Review and Defunkt Magazine. She has an MFA in creative writing from Stonecoast at the University of Southern Maine. Former Editor-in-Chief of What's Up ? Publishing, former Editor of Chesapeake Taste Magazine a regional lifestyle magazine based in Annapolis, and former Lighting Editor of Victorian Homes Magazine, Maril has written hundreds of newspaper and magazines articles on a variety of subjects..

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