Mornin’. It is a bloody miracle that I am up right now. Batman be praised.

I’ve been thinking about my sleeping patterns a lot lately, obviously, and I think I’ve reached a conclusion. For the most part, my trouble sleeping arises from me missing my “sleep window”. You know, that optimal time frame for going to sleep before your body catches a second wind. I’ve been missing my windows lately because I stay up doing stuff. I’m not staying up late by any means, but just a little late to catch my normal sleep window. Unfortunately, the next window doesn’t open for like 3 hours.

A good deal of my trouble sleeping also comes from my mind being very loud lately. So many things going on. So much work and so much drama. I’ve never been good at quieting my mind. I’m working on it with little to no success so far.

Yesterday began as a relaxed day. I got up, ate a cupcake for breakfast made a post, and pooped. Normal day stuff. I did normal Sunday stuff as well. I made this week’s menu and bought groceries. I was going to write my article, but opted for making chili in the crock pot and watching Star Trek instead. About the time when the chili was ready to eat, that is when shit decided to get real. Yet again.

Big D called me around 6:30pm.

Big D: “Hey, what are you doing?”

me: “Nothing. What’s up?”

BD: “Can you be ready to go in 10 minutes?”

me: “Yeah. Sure. Where are we going?”

BD: ” Sparks Hospital.”

me: “Who’s in the hospital?”

BD: “Your brother.”

me: “I’m ready now. Come get me.”

BD: “I’m on my way.”

Turns out Prince Jazzbo had a bit of a nervous breakdown. Like staring glassy eyed at the floor for hours breakdown. He’s fine. In that not dead in his bath tub or arrested for gunning people down from a bell tower kind of way. The family stayed with him for about three hours until it became obvious that we were all going to be there a while and he was well enough to tell everyone to leave. Someone needed to stay with him and he picked me to stay. So I stayed the duration. We didn’t talk much, we pretty much fought the urge to play with expensive medical equipment.

By the end of the stay we had been there over 6 hours. They finally had him transferred, with his permission and by his request, to another mental health facility. The closest one that was able to accept patients on a Sunday night was Little Rock, so at about 1:00am this morning he hopped into a minivan and took a little getaway. I’ll let you know more when I know more.

I came home and hit an open sleep window around 2am. So, I’m running on a quarter of a tank and have got to get to work. It is after all, still Monday. Have a good week. More soon. ~SC