I didn’t take the double dose of melatonin last night. It isn’t a double dose, as far as what’s suggested is concerned. It’s still just about 2/3 of what the bottle says to take. Anyway, it didn’t occur to me that I hadn’t taken it until this morning when I woke in a fog. I got up, took my meds and went back to bed.
When I went back to sleep, I dreamed I was sharing a room with Kimberly (Genese’s daughter). I’d gone somewhere and when I got back, Genese was in my bed on my side of the room. It was rather unsettling since I didn’t know where I was to sleep. Then I woke up and the problem was solved because I was back where I belong.
That reminds me—a couple of nights ago, I dreamed I’d gone to the house where my sister and her young doctor husband had lived while they were building their home. It was as I remembered it except there was a long bar on one side of the living room. The wood was peeling off and it looked quite shabby.
Aren’t dreams wonderful? I rarely have one that could be classed as a nightmare. They are always interesting and it’s disturbing when I have to interrupt one to go to the bathroom.
It’s been another rainy day. I consulted my list and decided I really didn’t need anything badly enough to warrant going out in this. Besides that, it’s been cool, too. It’s down to 69 degrees where I’m sitting. I’ll have the comforter on the bed when I fly up.
When I signed in to WordPress tonight, it showed there was an update. I went to the update page and it said there was nothing to update. I have the latest version of WordPress installed and all the plugins are the latest versions, as well. Weird. It’s just as well. I’m leery about upgrading WordPress since the last two times resulted in major problems. I think it’s a merm thing now.
Today makes two weeks of the four that the doctor wanted me to take a midday dose of Prilosec. It hasn’t made anything better and it’s possibly made it worse. I’ve coughed more since I’ve been taking it so I’ve decided the experiment isn’t worth it. I’m the one who has to live in my body and cope with the hacking and gagging. I’m going back on my usual one in the morning tomorrow. I’d like to get off that, too, but I won’t push it. Yet.
I’m sitting here listening to the rain. It’s like They say—it’s good sleeping weather.