dreams

I awoke knowing it was 5:30 in the morning.  There was faint light in the sky and I felt rested. I was ready to have my tea and begin a day of writing.  I rang the bell to have the LNA turn on the lights, for I need help with the simplest things. "what are you doing up?" she asked.

"It's 530 my usual time." I responded.

"No, its 130." she explained.

I didn't, couldn't,  believe her. But she was right. somehow my internal clock was on another time zone. So I had a snack and tried to go back to sleep but inside I was done with that. Now it's 330 and all attempts have failed.

Cancer does funny things to the mind/body.

May as well go with it and start writing.

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