https://www.washingtonpost.com/wellness/2022/11/03/insomnia-tips-better-sleep/

Think of sleep as a bodily function.

When you have a wound, it’s not your job to heal it. It’s your body’s job to heal it.

When something flies up your nose, it’s not your job to sneeze. It’s your body’s job to sneeze.

When it gets dark and night rolls around, it’s not your job to sleep. It’s your body’s job to sleep.

Your body’s failure to sleep is not a referendum on your life.

Are people who are not currently hiccupping morally superior, more “zen”, living their best life, moreso than people who are currently hiccupping?

Are people who have not just stubbed their toe morally superior, more “zen”, living their best life, moreso than people who have just stubbed their toe?

People who do not (currently) have sleep issues are not doing the life thing better than you. This isn’t a referendum on your life. It’s a stubbed toe, basically.

Why? Because this cute little lamb’s name was Titania. Not sure how she spells it though.

Someone’s stash I spotted a few days ago.

My shot for the town of Ira in my VT251 collection. Coming home from reunion today.

This foliage season just feels like a fireworks show with a finale that just won’t quit.

I grew a total of two beautiful spaghetti squash this year. I cut them open and was a little surprised to see the green. They had developed plenty of mature seeds so ripeness shouldn’t have been an issue. They tasted fine. Maybe the green parts a little firmer than the other parts. And long as I don’t develop cramps tonight or anything, I call them a success. Even though they didn’t spaghettify very well; but that’s just me. I can’t seem to make spaghetti squash behave like it’s supposed to, but it still tastes fine.

Part of me is not at all sorry when produce season comes to an end. It gets tiring being a slave to what comes out of the garden, and it becomes very attractive and slothful to transform back to a typical American who just buys what she feels like from a supermarket.

It’s not equinox yet! It’s summer and I refuse to call it FALL, even as leaves are literally FALLING on my head.

I seem to have poison ivy.

This was such a good time. Co-workers, hot dog, humongous beer, some good plays.