It’s that kind of day, no coffee cup under the Keurig. Last night was spent more awake than sleeping; at least, that’s how it felt. Besides a couple wanderings around during the 2-3 o’clock hour, I heard my son come home from his night security shift at 4:30 a.m. and was still awake when my husband rolled out of bed at 5:30, a half hour before his alarm would sound. I almost said, “Good morning,” but was well aware that initiating conversation would definitely establish wakefulness. Was I done trying to sleep? Was there a chance I still could? I stayed quiet and snuggled into my bed and pillows. It worked! For two hours. Sleeping deeply, something caused me to stir. I opened my eyes, but my brain was reluctant. Those folks at Keurig smartly designed the catch tray, on which one sets the mug, perfectly sized for those of us who forget to put our cup in place.
Alas, two subsequent, successful trips to the giver of caffeine were not enough to clear my mind today. That first strange, sleepy moment when you are pulled into awakening, spending the day without that sensation clearing, that’s fibro fog.