We've slept through a good bit of this summer. We have.
Chalk it up to the reality that we are each growing older. I saw my 59th birthday last February, and he turned 65 in April. Neither of us are ancient, but we're not youngsters either. Clearly.
I came into this summer break with more than the usual level of exhaustion. A difficult ending to the last school year left me sad, worn, feeling drained. I finished without my usual sense of elation at the ending. And, it has taken me all of the long days and nights to get myself back into some kind of feeling of vitality and personal well-being. We have simply slept and slept and slept, rising around 11:00 most mornings.
I've struggled mightily with migraine headaches this summer, seldom going more than a day or two without a monster headache. Severity has been more of an issue as well. Frequency and intensity and duration all part of a personal battle that has left me too often gasping on the shores of a sea of headache pain.
Tom has had a really tough month following the cardiac ablation in July. The procedure itself was more difficult than we expected, and then there were complications to COMPLICATE things. He has spent a month feeling pretty miserable -- worn out and in pain. And so, when we have been able to get him to rest comfortably, we have... slept.
Maybe, at some level, we have needed all these long, slow, sleepy days to finally complete that transit through all the various challenges of the last number of years. There has been no real drama. No days of anger and bitterness. We've simply curled up together and drifted along on a time of peace and calm.
Now, the days of summer are ending, officially. According to the calendar. Time for me to head back to the classroom. In some ways, I feel like we squandered the opportunity to play and spank and wind ourselves