I just can’t sleep. I’m physically exhausted. I just can’t let go of being awake. I don’t get it.

One hour and forty minutes into 2020 and I find it looks a lot like 2019. I can remember when The Old Year was represented by a white-bearded Father Time carrying a scythe. The New Year was a baby wearing a diaper and a sash bearing the number of the new year. I don’t see those two figures very often any more.

I just made a pot of decaf. I am watching old Warner Brothers Merrie Melodies and Looney Tunes cartoons. I must have seen these cartoons countless times over my lifetime. This particular collection has a lot of World War Two themed cartoons with Bugs, Daffy, Porky and Elmer giving der Führer what for.

J has been resting well with the kidney stone. It must have shift to a less irritating position.

I could be just plain old bored. I don’t want to sleep because something interesting might come along and I would miss it. That and the tears are always pressing against my eyes but never forthcoming.

Happy New Year.

Kidney stone. J is miserable. She is upstairs with a heating pad and all the pain relief acetaminophen can afford, thanks to the government policy that keeps pain-relieving drugs out of the hands of the suffering.