I don’t remember my alarm going off on Saturday
morning. It must have, and I must have turned
it off and rolled over. By the time I
came to again, it was too late to meet the group for a walk from High
Park. Instead I walked on my own. I’m lucky to live close to the lake and so I
walked through Ontario Place, watching the monarchs fly out over the lake. I hope they don’t try to fly direct to
Syracuse but work their way around the lake.
What caused the alarm clock mishap? Caffeine induced insomnia! I went to bed at my usual time, slipped off
to sleep and awoke in less than an hour, unable to return to sleep. I spent the next 3 hours trying all I could
think of: counting backwards by 3’s, trying to stay in savasana pose, breathing
through alternate nostrils, drinking chamomile tea, googling how to overcome
caffeine-induced insomnia (wait it out), googling many other things, playing
solitaire (because I was on my computer anyway), reading. Finally, sometime before 3, gentle Morpheus
claimed me.
Although I did learn while
googling, that the phrase “in the arms of Morpheus” is classically
incorrect. Morpheus was the god who sent
human forms to dreams; it was really his dad, Hypnos, who was the god of sleep.
The caffeine ingestion happened, as always,
accidentally. I spent a lovely few hours
on Friday afternoon, with my out-of-town sister, in a café. It’s quite possible, when re-ordering drinks
“the same” didn’t translate to decaf.
