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. 🙂