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I have often said that I am my own worst enemy. I think I meant that as relating to ‘foot in mouth’ disease. [No, age hasn’t fixed that one.]

I know I’ve said this before, so I beg forgiveness up front for being repetitious.

I don’t sleep well, not even at the best of times. It’s been a life-long problem. Chemo made it worse. I’ve since returned to a ‘normal’ pattern for me. Not surprisingly, things (life things, dietary things, pressure changes, etc.) have a tendency to affect my sleep.

The culprit of the month: stress.

So it begs the question, why do I do this to myself?

Here’s an answer for you: if I knew how to stop it, don’t you think I would??!!

Last night stunk. Hoping exhaustion has its benefits.

Night. Night.

namaste