Considering how bloody tired I was yesterday, it is rather disconcerting that I could not sleep. Even more remarkable is how awake and alert I feel now after a rather generous two hour coma. I had finally fallen asleep sometime after dawn. In my fatigued state last night, I did something unusual in sharing a poem that I had just written. This prompts me to ask: When we are tired do we exhibit uncharacteristic behaviour? Do we say stupid things? Do we do stupid things? Do we begin to lose some of our inhibitions? Are we more sensitive or less?
When I checked my emails early this morning, of course there were none... who would have emailed me at that hour? After I signed out, one of the "news" items was the occurrence of a "lunar perigree", which I found out today, is when the Moon is at its closest orbital distance to the Earth. There are many interesting tangents one can go on when pondering or studying the Moon's effect on the Earth and her inhabitants, but I'll leave that alone for now. I am just hoping that the skies will clear and I will get to see the "extreme supermoon".
When I struggled with sleep issues as a teenager, I know that I would often write or sketch or read into the wee small hours of the morning. The moon or the night itself was often a focal point of what I would write. I still feel that the stuff I wrote then and even now seems a tad hokey, so I haven't quite got the nerve to post anything more from the past. Speaking of hokey, a little while ago, I jokingly said to someone that I should write something in Dr. Seuss fashion, maybe called "I cannot sleep"... I am seriously considering doing that at some point, but the hardest part would be when I am in a fatigued enough state to write it, will I actually be able to remember to do it?