Zen walked out and Atavan snuck in
After almost a week of no sleep and stress attacking from all sides, not to mention a stream of news of the dead (yet this morning I heard of another celebrity who is dying), I came home last night from the movie, did my skin care, flossed extra special, brushed thoroughly, tucked in all the animals, turned off all the phones and I took an Atavan.
And I slept like a baby. I know that Xanax and Atavan have addictive qualities but really for a good night sleep once in a blue moon, Atavan in particular works much better than Ambien and the other zombie sleeping pills doctors love to prescribe.
When I woke up this morning, I had a song in my heart, but instead of it being the typical Marvin Gaye Motown Top 20 dance tune, it was more like a serenade so lovely. I walked through the park and the irises were so intense that I had to say out loud to Loca – “aren’t these irises gorgeous?” – she turned to look at them and then at me and I knew what her pea brain was thinking – “nutball” – but I ignored her because I felt stress leaving my body.