January 13, 2011
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I usually sleep pretty well. Chalk up a B for me on the rating scale; not perfect, but not bad for an octogenarian. Every once in a while, when I have a lot on my mind or am just unusually tired, I will pop a couple of Tylenol PMs to get myself into the proper mood and carry me through the night. This happens – maybe once – every 6 to 8 weeks.
Last night was like that. For some reason, unclear to me, I was a bit anxious, preoccupied, tense. Not in the proper frame of mind for decent sleep. I washed down a couple of those pills and turned in. Slept like a baby! Sure enough, I woke up this morning with a new spring in my step and eager to get about the life of retiree dynamism.
It occurred to me that it would be pretty wonderful if we could sleep like that every night, but without the Tylenol. Oh well. What’s a heaven for?