First day back–old office packed up, key acquired, meetings attended–big thanks to Helene, Ada, Aparajita, William, Stacy, and Gregory for helping me get things sorted out today! Love my new office!
I hated the wires.
I could not find a comfortable sleeping position.
I hated the pillows.
I hated the glue and tape on my head.
I awoke aroused at the edge of morning.
I am at the edge of menopause.
I am still fertile.
I must be ovulating.
I woke up feeling that familiar flush beneath my Moroccan gown.
I am a woman in my fifties recovering from a grand mal seizure.
I am absolutely insatiable, sexually.
I also desire something more.
I desire to feel, share, give, exchange, and receive love.
I am absolutely giddy this morning.
I guess a roadblock is finally down.
— cat, Dec 24, 2019, 6:20 AM EST
I am feeling joyful at home after my sleep study.
I don’t remember what I dreamed, but my mother said I was laughing while I slept, which means I was deep in REM sleep, a very good sign. I sleep skyclad, aka nude. I informed my neurologist that I would be nude when doing the sleep study.
When she told me there would be technologists observing me, I shrugged and told her I don’t care, which is very true. I prefer being naked while sleeping, and I’d probably fit in nicely at a nudist colony.
A poem is coming.
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Takes a certain edge and drive to turn a health event like a grand mal seizure into a conversation about age, ability, and erotic desire. Turn on your vibrator and start writing.