Narcolepsy Hotline

Please hold the line and we'll be with you when we wake...

Well, we've been home since Weds, and I still feel like the walking dead.  I think maybe middle age has not so much crept up on me as "assailed me, impaled me, with monster truck force!"

All I know is we were gone for 10 days (That was 3 days ago), and I'm still in a fog.  Really, is this normal?  I sort of feel like maybe it's my "new normal", but then I start to think that maybe my Lyme has returned or I'm dying of cancer or something.

I know I'm just being a drama queen,  but it's my way of working through stuff and lots of times it amuses me.  I sometimes feel like I'm watching my life on a movie screen and shouting rude comments from the cheap seats.  Throwing popcorn at the screen and belching loud enough to be heard in the front row.  (I did that once at the Vampire Lestat movie)  You know the one with Brad Pitt and some other actors?  Anyway, it was so bad, and I was drunk and out of control.  I was calling the characters unsavory names and doing my level best to beam them with my Juju Bees.  Thankfully I was with dear and most importantly, tolerant friends who managed to hustle me out before things got real ugly.

So, as I was saying, it's process.

The west coast post is still simmering, but not soup yet.  Please stay tuned...