Not the song In the Middle of the Night by Billy Joel…
the actual middle of the night aka right now.
It’s dark. Very, very dark out. There are strange noises. I think it’s the neighbors. Yes, that is what I’m going to tell myself… noisy neighbors at 3:45am. I’d love to blame them for my wakefulness… (is that a word? wakefulness?) …but that wouldn’t be true. There are other issues going on.
Something is wrong with the back of my left hand. It hurts. Bad! And since nothing else is going on, I have laser focus on the pain. Did I hurt myself some how? Slug Hub in my sleep? Oh NO! Is it arthritis?
I am also experiencing some heartburn issues. Usually that little white Pepcid pill takes care of it. I suppose it would have if I have remembered to take it. I see it now, sitting over to my right, taunting me to beware of memory issues also.
And while I’m whining… my feet and ankles are swollen. What’s that all about.
So here I sit… in the middle of the night… the fumes of Icy/Hot clearing my sinuses, trying to decide whether to take the Pepcid so far off schedule, wondering why my feet are swollen, fearing memory loss and now I can’t get the song In the Middle of the Night out of my head. (btw: in my head I sound exactly like Billy Joel.)
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be lookin’ for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it’s too hard to cross
even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I’ve been looking for
Through the fog of Icy/Hot I know exactly what I’m looking for…
MY YOUTH … and now I’m looking for some sleep.