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I find that ... especially, these days ... sleep is one of those unplanned joys of life. That's why I am writing this blog at 4 AM (after thinking about life, death and taxes for the last 3 hours).

Don't get me wrong. I get lots of sleep .... when I go out to dinner with my wife, in the middle of a very important meeting and sometimes on my commute to St. Pete from Tampa. But ... those are really power naps. Solid hours of sleep can easily come from watching a movie, sitting in front of the TV or attending any of the three dozen variations of Cirque du Soleil.

I remember a trip we took with the brothers-in-law to Vegas (of course). We were told (by the sisters) that we had tickets to see a Cirque performance at one of the hotels. It had something to do with water or clowns or a moving floor or little Japanese acrobats ... God only knows ... all I know is that I was the first one snoring.

Somewhere in the first act, the lights came up ... Debbie poked me in the ribs and I sat up dazed. A security guard rushed up the aisle coming directly toward me ... saying something and pointing in my direction. "I can't believe this," I thought. "It must be against the law here to sleep during one of these mime performances ..."

The guard swooped in and grabbed a camera from the man who was sitting right behind me. "Sir ... there is no flash photography during the performance. The performers could suffer serious accidents."

Wow ... I guess there is more to flying in on silk handkerchiefs than I thought.

You see ... these are the things that keep me up at night. That ... and depressing things like what is the meaning of life, what is life, who is really living in my body ... how much longer do I have to think about stupid stuff like this? You do too, huh? It must be something about the dark stillness in the middle of the night when it's just you and your thoughts and ...

"Joel ... shut off the damned computer." Ahhh ... Debbie's awake. Now I can finally get some sleep.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I am feeling your pain Joel. What the heck is up with this insomnia thing? LOL... I clearly see the direction this is going for me-- humm.. age, hormones, and living in the NW/no Vitamin D!!! The crack-Berry at my bedside reads 4:19-- some strange time and I am checking on emails from my East coast peeps!!! Thank god for some of the best coffee there is --- Sharon
Melanie said…
Oh how do I love sleep. I never get enough. I work midnights and I drive my husband insane because every time we watch a movie I doze off!
Joel Momberg said…
@Melanie ... welcome to my tasteless blog! Glad you are here.I resemble your remarks!

@Sharon ... I forgot iphones and such. MY LIFE too ... at 4 AM.

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