Like I wasn’t before. But today I have a whole new appreciation for his accomplishments.
I took some medication yesterday afternoon, which was a big mistake because it’s meant to be taken in the morning. There’s something in it that leaves you wide awake for hours, and it’s best if you’re wide awake when you’re supposed to be. I thought 3pm would be okay, but at midnight I thought: Uh oh. I have to get up at 6 to go running with Rob. So I dug into the medicine cabinet and came up with Valium, which yes, put me straight to sleep. (This is the second Valium I’ve taken in my life. I am not a closeted pill-popping housewife. A closeted bon-bon-eating housewife, perhaps. But not pills.)
I woke up before the alarm this morning, at 5:45. I got up, got dressed, drove to Rob’s house to meet up with him and our other running buds, and went for a run at Stevens Creek County Park. Rob figured it to be about 5 miles, but I think he was off by at least a mile and several hundred feet elevation. This trail kicked my butt. I was the drag on the whole group: during one ascent I finally just started walking and said, “Meet you at the top!”
Drove home. Showered. Dressed. Kissed kids goodbye. Went to go write.
And I’m sitting here unable to form much of a coherent thought besides, “Wow, Mike Oldfield’s soundtrack to The Killing Fields is totally my favorite writing music.”
Hemingway could write with what, a couple fifths of Scotch in him? Damn. One Valium and not enough sleep and I’m down for the count.