I finally slept more than six and a half hours last night. I took one of those CBD sleep pills that I didn’t believe really worked much, and I should report that, before going to sleep, I also took one of those cushy soft lemon cookies you can buy at the QFC and added some peach preserves and Greek yogurt on the top, folded it, and ate it so slow because I wanted to remember every second of the experience, then I held one of my cats and sang to him, told him how much I loved him, cried, and thanked him for sticking around all these years. I had my headphones on with Angie Stone and Erykah Badu singing away, and I swear they were both in my kitchen.

I tucked myself diagonally in bed just before ten pm, one cat Dexter on the left by my hips, other cat Linus by my head where he found that place on my neck where he head butts me and purrs like he has done ever since he was a kitten. And then my lights went out.

I was so asleep I didn’t get up to pee. Then I was having “that” dream, the one where you are walking to the bathroom, you lift the commode lid because you grew up with sisters, and … before I peed in the sheets, I sent both cats flying off the bed at cat light speed because I jumped out from under the covers to make it to the real bathroom. So good morning, Friday.

I’m at my best when I get upside down early in the morning before talking about math for three hours to my electric rectangle. I feel even more confident that I will be a good person for the last meeting I have today, where I will answer the question “did I miss anything important in class this past week while I was away on vacation?” After that, I’m hopping in my car to take a break from my apartmentclassroomworkoffice to see some nature and sky, write and sketch, and take some deep breaths.

Hang in there, friends! We can get through this time. Just find some kind of art and pay attention to it.