White rabbit world

Is it old age that gobbles up energy and enthusiasm, or is it circumstances in life style?

Growing up around lots of older women, my grandmother had a "Guest Home" I spent a lot of time talking to women who, looking back, I assume were mostly in their eighties and nineties. They told fantastic stories about their lives, but most of them also slept a lot.

I am not quite up to that age yet, but suddenly during the quarantine period I find myself almost helplessly sleepy at times. I can barely keep my eyes open while watching a program I really like, or playing Words with Friends, or doing a crossword puzzle. It's not that I am not getting enough sleep. I am probably getting way too much.

I talk to people on the phone several times a day. I communicate via email and text, so I am far from being as isolated as I have occasionally been in the distant past, but this is the longest I have gone without seeing people face to face.

This morning I got up, after at least eleven, maybe more, hours of sleep. I had no idea what day it was. I had no desire for my morning cups of coffee. I really only wanted to go back to sleep. Of course it is another dreary, rainy, day out and that doesn't help, but I know this is not a good thing.

Thank heavens Bestest called. During that talk I was able to wake up, make some coffee and after we hung up I have felt much more normal, but this is a little disconcerting.

My sister called to tell me about an article she read that she thought sounded like us, or more specifically, according to her, me. It was about auto immune diseases and how they effect a body. But the caveat was that there is really nothing you can do to get rid of it. You just learn to live with it.

I have been doing that my entire adult life. When things get super bad my doctor gives me prednisone, but that is a last ditch resort and the last two times it barely helped. Stress, of course, makes all of this worse.

I don't feel stressed right now, or at least I didn't until the last few days, but circumstances like not realizing I called my son, or Bestest while napping are bothersome. I also have seen things out of the corner of my eye which are not here.

I feel like Alice falling into a dark Wonderland, but I suspect it is just this quarantine.