Last week, I said I’d write a post on my new book in this space. It’s called Be Very Careful Who You Marry, and I’m not writing it today. You see, I’m a little out of sorts this week. The site post is “What do you need a break from?” And these 2 things seem to be related, but I’m not totally sure how.

I haven’t been sleeping much, and when I do, I wake up exhausted. I can only think of 2 reasons for this. The Angel is convinced I have sleep apnea. I think it’s more likely that I’ve created a second personality and have been building underground fight clubs while I think I’m asleep. True, there aren’t any new unexplainable bruises, but maybe that’s just because I’m winning.

Everything looks fuzzy and a little distorted, my neck (actually, If you look up “where is my trapezius?” that’s exactly where) is so stiff, it hurts to move, my head is pounding no matter how many pills I swallow. My whole body is sore. I want to watch tv, but it’s impossible to pay attention. I’m pretty sure I’m irritable and short with responses, but you’d have to ask those in my house.

There’s a book I’m reading right now, called As Good As Dead, by Elizabeth Evans. It’s fantastic, which is no surprise, as she is fantastic, but it’s about a this married woman who was unfaithful to her future husband 20ish years ago with the future husband of her best friend. Nobody found out, and now the best friend, with whom she had lost touch, is at her front door. Probably, she now knows, and eventually, the husband will discover what happened.

I read Fargo Rock City, by Chuck Klosterman, and Generation X, by Douglas Coupland, in a few days each. The Angel, who is the greatest, has been replacing my favorite books that we lost in our 2011 flood. There are times when people like you and me read and read and read, insatiably. I don’t want to read As Good As It Gets. A brilliant author, like Evans, can put us into the narrative, and this situation is deeply unsettling. I don’t want him to find out. I don’t want to feel what he feels, when he does. I don’t want her to have done it. I don’t want hearts to break and relationships to end. I know they do, but I don’t have to accept it. And, if I’m honest, I don’t mind that it bothers me.

I don’t watch 300, either, because I absolutely hate a scene in it. I don’t need to watch it, there are plenty of ultra-violent movies without sexual assault in them. I’ll watch them. And there are so many books where writers don’t devastate me. It’s weird, the thing that makes me love her (her ability to so accurately, so beautifully, capture human emotion) is the reason I am dragging my feet to read this book.

But I couldn’t read it now, even if I wanted to, my head is a mess. So, what do I need a break from? Who knows? Maybe stimulation. Maybe the pain of the world around me – my emotional/empathetic sensitivity (I am extraordinarily high maintenance) requires time to integrate & decompress. Maybe I haven’t had that, maybe I haven’t had enough. I guess I do feel like I’ve been run over by something big and nasty. Maybe the big, nasty something is the life I have been called into, have chosen to embrace, and love more than I can tell you.

Or maybe I just have sleep apnea.