For the last couple of weeks I've been waking up at five in the morning. Not unusual, I get up two or three times a night to pee. Along with that sweet Social Security, young people calling you "sir", and senior discounts at Walgreen's, a swollen prostate is one of the perks of growing old. My problem is that once I wake up, I can't fall asleep again. Instead I lay there, my brain stewing over what I have to do in preparation for the move to Chicago. At five in the morning the task of moving seems insurmountable. The longer I lay there the more anxious I get about the whole deal, until I finally get out of bed. I figure that instead of worrying about what I have to do, I'll get up and do it. Plenty of packing and paper work to do. I have heard other people refer to having "anxiety attacks", but until now I have never really experienced such a thing. Now my whole life is a giant anxiety attack. I have to pack, do the real estate deal, make sure the phone, electric, and everything else is turned off, turned on, or forwarded, and I have to do it mostly by myself. I'm responsible for Mark, the two dogs, and just about every other living thing within fifty feet of me. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh..... !!!!
So I get up at five in the morning with the best of intentions. But before I take care of business, I turn on the computer and check my email, my facebook, and my blog. Then, just so I can calm down a little bit, I click on "games". Ten card games and two mahjong games later, it's time to walk the dog and take a nice little nap. Yes, I'm getting it all done around here.