I went to sleep with the outward orientation of healing amd calm, yet woke before even one cycle of rest. The buried edginess is what catches me off-guard when I need uninterrupted rest the most. So I give in, get up for a bit, finish that last few pages of the book I set aside to go to bed in the first place. The kickbacks of any pain meds on my system render them a poor gamble when they are most needed. My self-talk includes gratefulness for being, love, and shelter, even as my body knows its own tricks to survive.

And now–back to the sack.