sleeping blog

I’d been hoarding a bottle of 

Cabernet Blanc- my fave wine 

-“Saving” is a better word-

To ceremoniously say goodbye 

To my dear friend, Vino.

After almost a year of sleep studying 

Has proven to me that wine 

Is no good for sleep. 

I poured the chilled delight 

and sat down to drink it. 

With a nice show. 

And a hamburger. 

Suddenly - and somehow- 

I can’t work out the logic -

The cat jumped up 

and knocked it from my hand. 

Wine went everywhere all over me- 

Soaking my shirt,

My hair, all of me! 

He also broke the wine glass. 

That was NOT the send off 

I was looking for. 

It is what it is, I guess. 

At least I got one sip. 

Ahhh - rain. 

My fave beautiful thing. 

Cheese and eggs. That’s it. 

Behold- the Chaffle. 

Cheese/Waffle. 

My problem with substitutes. 

You never would eat several cups of cheese. 

And yet we do- with substitutes. 

Or half a head of cauliflower. 

Or two cups of nuts. 

I mostly subscribe myself 

To a lifestyle without bread. 

Not fillers and substitute breads. 

Sometimes-yes. Not all the time. 

Now I think we’ll see 

the end of summer here. 

Or at least the beginning of the end. 

I never drank wine before 

when I was at my heaviest. 

I hated it. 

Now I’m allergic to it. 

The reds cause heartburn. 

And the whites are - meh.

Plus a cheap wine is an insult

To humanity. And a moderate 

Bottle will set you back $10. 

Which adds up fast. 

And it makes no real contribution 

To health, fitness, or well being. 

Maybe one day, a little glass with dinner...

But not as a sleep adjunct. 

Wine is the opposite of sleep. 

‘‘Twas Ever Thus.