I slept kind of poorly last night, as is becoming a more regular occurrence (Why God, WHY??), and so spent the last 3 or so hours of darkness on the recliner in the living room, practicing deep breathing while wrapped in Biff's flannel robe with a fluffy towel covering my legs. I was the picture of comfort, and absorbent materials.
Spent some time being grateful to be alive, which I find a useful thing to dwell on when one is awakened at 4:30 a.m. by terrible dreams and one is tempted to 'poor me' one's self on a loop. Sure, terrible dreams and missing out on precious sleep is rotten, but at least I woke up, and that is in fact something for which I feel grateful. That bit won't always happen, the waking up.
Does that seem a bit morbid? Probably. No excuses though; it cheers me up and adds some perspective as I lie in a nice recliner wrapped in a cozy robe and prepared for spills of all types. Some people don't even have a towel (bless!), much less a roof over their heads or other such niceties.
And, having dwelled on that thought for a little while, I got some sleep. I enjoyed that part very much.
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I use Blogger to blog. Seems like the right thing to do. All along in the 11+ years I've kept this blog, Blogger provides a count of the number of views and comments each post gets.
Proud to say that at one time, NAY was read by sometimes over a hundred people per post. ;) Wooo!!
Now though? I won't have those impressive numbers to review in my golden years, because as of today it looks like all those posts were read by exactly 0 people. Some of those 0 people provided comments though, which is confusing to me. Is it ghosts that do that now?
To be fair, some comments lately are more along the lines of 'I make $9000 per week reserching old shoos and butterfly harvesting for an international conglomerate of navel-gazers who want to give you a million monies if you would pleasae just buy our yoga clothes. Love Abbagabbadingdong Al-boingocha' I don't think those commenters read my posts at all, so maybe ghosts ARE reading and leaving no trace but for their pitifully confused lamentations/invitations to make shady money from the great beyond.
Still, ZERO. It's disheartening. I got all excited a little while ago seeing that one post got 163 views, but now I can't go back and bask in that glorious number anymore. It's gone, all gone.
I'm just a big zero now.
SAD!
Tiff out.
5 comments:
I find so much depressing as I cross firmly into middle age. Sleep being one of those things that isn't the balm it used to be. (sleep injuries anyone?).
I think they just aren't counting. I read your posts nearly every time.
Late-breaking development - the 'views' are back!! Hooray!
Whew. I have gotten emails from one of my regulsrs that they routinely have issues when trying to leave comments.
"Sleep, it don't come easy..." lyric to an old song that I recite often.
Poor blogger - killed by Facebook
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