Time to sleep

Barry, as always, awoke and was ready to leave the house before the crack of dawn this morning. Now that I am a lady of leisure, so to speak, I no longer feel compelled to start my day quite that early, although at 8 am, I am up and dressed and sitting at my computer. I have already worked the NY Times crossword puzzle.

This morning, as Barry was leaving, an old (circa 1970) Crosby Stills and Nash song came into my mind:

In the morning, when you rise,

Do you think of me and how you left me crying?

Are you thinking of telephones

And managers and where you’ve got to be at noon?

You are living a reality I left years ago,

It quite nearly killed me.

In the long run, it will make you cry,

Make you crazy and old before your time.

And the difference between me and you,

I won’t argue right or wrong but I have time to cry, my baby,

You don’t have to cry.

Here is my new and revised version of this song:

In the morning, when you rise,

Do you think of me and how you left me sleeping?

Are you thinking of lab results

And funding grants and where you’ve got to teach at noon?

You are living a reality I left three years ago,

When cancer tried to kill me.

In the long run, it may make you cry,

Make you cranky and old before your time.

And the difference between me and you,

I won’t argue right or wrong but I have time to sleep, my baby,

You don’t get to sleep.

Whatever else you do this week, be sure to set aside adequate time for sleeping!

Love,

Rebecca