The need to urinate morphs into lying in bed, hoping for sleep to return. No luck. I dress, go downstairs, fix a cup of herb tea. I feel drowsy.
My dis-ease of late is prompted by thoughts of my late ex-wife. We had been divorced for over twenty years when she died. There is no good reason why I should feel this way, why I still mourn this person. I guess I could prove to her that I am a worthwhile human being, were she still alive.
No matter. I will make a donation to the Unity Church she attended in her memory, toward garden maintenance. The gardens were her special love. See if that helps.