Southern Discomfort

I listened to this on the radio over the weekend-- or most of it. I loved the story the comedian told about his sleep disorder. For many years I suffered from chronic insomnia, though part of it was just not needing much sleep. And I didn't dream. At all. Then I took a course of meds to "regulate" my sleep pattern and ceded all those extra hours of my life to sleep. Ironically-- and painfully-- it seems all I want to do is sleep. Depression doesn't help...

I still haven't heard the podcast. Nor replied to your lovely letter and gift, which took me forever to get from the post office after the truck got totaled and the Jeep's transmission went. Sorry for being so all-or-nothing about everything. I'm playing catch-up here.

Or at least, I'm trying.