Just saw some flying over head.  Such a great sight.  Something about a flock of geese, large or small, that just calls to me.  Probably because way back when there was a song about it.  ‘My heart goes where the wild goose goes, and I must go where the wild goose goes…..’  Music is like smells, I think.  It spurs memories that you may have completely forgotten about.  Do you ever hear a song and you’re immediately back when you first heard it?  Like that.

My sleep schedule is totally screwed again, thank you Cymbalta.  I slept so much recently that I was awake all night, and then slept most of today.  I hate this.  I was doing pretty well, too, with getting to sleep at 1 or 2 am and then waking up at 9 or 10.  Now I have to start all over again. At least I’m not feeling vertigo-ish and slightly confused, as I have been for the past few days. I really do not love having this illness.  Not even a little bit.  But you play the hand you’re dealt, right, and make the best of it that you can.  Never give up, never surrender.  Or so I keep telling myself.  🙂

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