dippin' dots.

what goes better with complete insomnia than
tea and toast in full flippin' effect?
and with all my ladies beside me, too?
nothing is better than that, ya'll.
there's never really any problems
getting up in time for breakfast,
when you're still up from the night before.
the whole house is under attack, lately.
the winter windchill and westerly war trumpets
are buffeting the battens again.
we enjoyed another 'nother windstorm last night.
i suspected a savage sweep-out of gypsy bellowing
was on it's way towards us...
after all,
blowhards can smell their own, y'know.
mix in some sniffles and snuffles,
and a wracking cough or two,
and it's wide awake for your favorite woodsly warrior.
it wasn't all just tossing, turning, and fussing though;
i practiced my homepathic healing prowess last night, too.
little maple star had a full-on asthma explosion.
which meant that once she finally fell asleep,
the doctor was on duty,
listening for raspy wheezes and chokey sneezes.
she got a good's night worth of healthy restful relaxation.
but i only got about four winks in.
that's a decimated dose of dreamland.
i'm sleepy.
long nights and hard times.
that's what northlanders live for.
and we're living, kids.
hard.
i wouldn't trade in one heavy-lidded minute.
this is the time i've been given,
and i'm more than making the most of it.
real life.
real real;
never quiet, never soft.....