I’m newly back from a week at the Antioch Writers’ Workshop, a week’s vacation at the Capon Springs and Farms resort and a long weekend in Aldie, Virginia, for the NPPL DC Challenge with my nonprofit, Athletes Joined Against Spondylitis (AJAS). I’m ready to get down to business.
So now I have been crossing things off my “to do” list like crazy this week. I managed to remember the password for one PayPal account and fixed my own private PayPal account. (It had been hacked by a third party who switched the language to Chinese. Picture trying to fix your page if you can’t read the options.)
And today I seem to feel stoked even more than usual because last night I had the privilege of sleeping in an office building hooked up to a hose with a steady stream of air blowing up my nose. Yes, I had a sleep study done to see if I need a CPAP.
Edon and Charlie share Charlie's bed.
I might just be feeling rested this morning because I wasn’t listening to someone else’s snoring (ehem) or being awakened by our poor old dog who isn’t sure when he wants to go out, where “out” is or what he’s supposed to do when he gets there.
- CPAP stands for “Continuous Positive Airway Pressure” and it’s all the rage now for people who allegedly stop breathing while they’re sleeping. Or allegedly snore. I say “allegedly” because I claim my family is conspiring against me, but I know they’re not.
Some of my best friends use CPAP machines (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I just never pictured myself becoming one of them. I mean, it would mean having to clean off my nightstand.
Where would I put my books and sticky notes?
Wendy Beckman
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