written in the middle of the night should not often be shared. They come out of dreams and drip confusingly from fingers stumbling to record them before they fade off into the mists of nightmares. Looking at such thoughts caught between waking and sleeping further devolve into confusion by the helpfulness of the spell checkers on an iPad which can only lead to further confusion about that line between thought and reality. Wakefulness and not – when you are startled awake by something you were sure you heard only to be surrounded by silence, but that light of morning renders most of those words incoherent.

And so it was at darkness time when that line between waking and dreaming left me wondering if I had actually written anything, recorded anything in the dark by touch. Certain that I had found the appropriate meds to put me back to sleep and avoid dream of Parasites (thank you so much Seanan McGuire) or floating poisons in my body looking for new targets and wiping out hapless brain cells out of boredom.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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