AW: Morning Pages 2024: pg. 9

I was up at stupid o' clock staring at the ceiling. It is now 0616 and I am finally tired enough to go back to sleep. I have to avoid sleeping all day because I have spring cleaning to finish, the loaner CPAP that I have until mine is fixed, and a video appointment later in the morning. As I was staring at the ceiling, I began ruminating over past situations and what I could have done different. Staircase wit is rather useless ten years later. 

I am typing slowly to make sure this is legible and because I'm falling asleep over the keyboard. I hate insomnia. I've been dealing with it for a while and I don't know why. All I know is that it sucks.

Addendum: In my cleaning, I have misplaced my copy of the Artist's Way. I'll probably find it next week somewhere stupid. Like in my bedroom.

AW: "Morning" pages 2024: pg. 8

I have been cleaning out and organizing the project room. My ultimate goal is to have all of my project stuff to one side and the other half be an office for Beloved. He doesn't exactly have a space of his own in our tiny apartment. He needs a place where he has the opportunity to sit and relax and putter around with his own projects, whatever he decides they will be. Work has sucked a lot of life out of him and I'm hoping if I can actually complete this, it will help him feel a bit more human.

I honestly don't know if I am going to need to move furniture around. Also, I have no idea why I am not using my glasses right now. Time to pause the sand timer and get my eyeballs. It really is a big help to wear my eyeglasses. It's a bit awkward because one ear is lower than the other. I went for a while getting headaches because the glasses weren't adjusted for that fact. Then one of the techs at the vision center realized my ear was lower and reset the line of vision (I wear bifocals.). The end result was like magic. The headaches are gone and I can see rather clearly to read and such.

Completely unrelated to the project room stuff except in the fact that I was working very carefully not to lose them in the chaos. I don't have my crafting projects planned out for the year. This is a little nerve wracking. Usually I have some kind of a plan by January or even in late December. I make a lot of stuff by hand. Now, I have piles of yarn and no ideas. And I'm still finishing the teddy bear that my youngest requested based off of a FANAF character. When I get it done, I'll post pics up. I finished the sweater for my eldest and it didn't fit him or his brother. As such, my eldest decided it had to go to the thrift store for someone who it will fit and help. He's a good kid. They both are.

AW: Morning Pages 2024 pg.7

I am not quite sure what to write because I am still waking up. I had an odd dream. I dreamt that someone broke into my old car, cleaned it, left a gallon bag of McDonald's gift certificates, and cleaned out my purse. I wasn't even mad, I was confused. I woke up from that dream utterly baffled by what it could possibly mean.

A confusing dream is better than a nightmare, or falling out of bed. 

AW: Morning (somewhere) pages 2024: pg. 6

 It is actually 1939 (7:39pm) here. This is literally the first time I have had a chance to sit down at the keyboard and type anything. Being sick and having trouble sleeping is making this bit about writing every morning for ten minutes a lot more challenging than I anticipated. I could go on about how my back is killing me and my joints are in terrific pain because of the front coming through, but that's just how arthritis works. I could give you a rundown of my terrors regarding my diabetes but I just did that on my other blog, no sense in repeating work.

I am having trouble organizing things. Sleep problems are part of it. My executive function isn't the best because I am depressed and feeling like writing is a hopeless exercise. Which makes me reluctant to do these morning pages. I'm not starting a novel here. I'm not starting a memoir. It's just complaints about how I am unwell. I can't see anybody really wanting to read about that. So, I am going to give you something interesting.

My husband and I have been talking over the last two nights about the difficulty of finding a good diabetes cookbook. (Trust me this isn't going to turn into a rant.) As we were talking, we roughed out a plan for a cookbook that has recipes that give all the nutritional data we can muster for the recipe itself. And then at the back of the book is something like an encyclopedia of common household food supplies, like peanut butter or ground beef. And it will cover how much is a serving, the nutritional data for that serving, and stuff like that. We have no idea how long this is going to take. But we both agreed that there is nothing like it out on the market. And my mother in law keeps insisting that my notebooks of recipes should be turned into genuine cookbooks because of how good they look.

I don't know how we're going to make it fancy and attractive to the average consumer. But I think that this is a project that we need to do. Not just for our sake so that we have notes we can reference when trying a new recipe but to help everybody else. Because this is going to be a book that can help people with prediabetes, type 1 diabetes, and type 2 diabetes. For my part, I think the coolest thing is that my husband is going to work with me on it. It's been a long time since we collaborated on a writing project.