I'm old, or at least I feel old. Because I lost a lot of sleep in trying to see some falling meteors the night before last, I spent yesterday in a fog.
I had previously scheduled a Swedish massage for 2:30. I don't normally order up a massage just for the heck of it, but the day spa where I have my hair cut was offering a deal, and I bought it on impulse one day. I had to use the purchase in November, and so yesterday was pretty much the only day I could do that.
Between lunchtime and the massage, I decided to take a quick nap. I like power naps now and then—twenty minutes just to close my eyes and postpone functioning. I lay down on the couch and let myself slip into power-nap mode, and it was such wonderful relief from exhaustion.
I had a weird dream—Husband and I were living in a big, sprawling house with huge hallways and a giant kitchen. We decided to take in a boarder, a man who paid rent and had free reign in the kitchen. One day the man started rummaging through the pantry and complaining about the snack food I kept in stock. I asked what he would like, and he said he wanted "normal food," specifically rice crispy treats, and I was expected to make them. Then he took a shower and managed to flood the whole house, leaving big puddles of water every where. It was such a mess, and I wished he would move.
I woke up from my nap and said out loud to myself, "I'm so glad I don't have to make rice crispy treats." That's when I discovered I hadn't slept for twenty minutes—I had actually slept for two solid hours. TWO HOURS. That's not a power nap. That's a mini-nighttime sleep.
I did what I could to fix my hair, brushed my teeth, threw on some shoes, and rushed to the day spa for the stupid massage, which was the last thing I needed—what I really needed was to be dowsed with ice water or injected with strong coffee. I managed to stay awake through the massage, one that was unfortunately designed to be relaxing. I thought about asking the masseuse to be mean, but I didn't have the energy to speak the words.
I am apparently too old to be sitting out in the cold in the middle of the night looking at the stars without expecting to pay for it the next day.