Forty Winks

So, what if you go to bed at night hoping/planning on winking four hundred times (forty winks is just a nap) but you only wink two hundred times, or terrible and very distressing—you only get forty winks here and there throughout the night? You don’t die, but they say winks are good for your brain health. So, what does your brain do when the winks are evading you?

Thinking’s not good. If you’re having a thought the winks will wait till the thoughts finished before dozing you off…especially wink blocking questions, like the following:

Do birds have REM sleep? Do they dream? And how would you know? You could catch a bird and wait till it falls asleep, then watch its eyelids and see if there’s movement under them. Do birds even have eyelids?

Cats get forty winks all the time…duh, “Cat Naps.”

Dogs dream. Teddy (a black and white Springer) had dreams of running. Lying on his side (getting forty winks) his legs would be escaping to some wild dog tundra.

Jim and Sue with Teddy….a long time ago.
Me with Teddy…also a long time ago

If you’re lying awake thinking, you’re thinking in words. But what if you didn’t have language, would you be awake with video clips in your head— pictures floating around in your synapses, bumping into each other?

If you were blind from birth would you have any pictures, or would it just be blackness?

Don’t adjust your screen…it’s just black.

Black Friday’s coming tomorrow. What to buy everyone? And then Christmas, did the family like the silly games we played last year? What other games could we play? 

Kristen (granddaughter) is coming home for Christmas. Should I make paella? Of course, I can’t match the paella she’s be having in Madrid. But should I try? 

Making Paella last summer at the farm with John, Alison, Charlie, Katie, and Walt.
Maybe I’ll just get the recipe from Alison

Ryan (grandson) loves deviled eggs, so for sure I’ll make them. But in the middle of the night, I wonder: do I usually mash the yokes with a fork, or mix them with the blender? In the blender all the good eggy ingredients get stuck under the blender blades. Fork it!

And how come it feels like it should just be September, and November is almost over?

So many questions. So little sleep.

Today we’re going over the river and through the woods to my brother Tom’s for the feast. Do calories count on Thanksgiving?

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.
Gobble. Gobble.

If you have answers to any of the above questions, please comment. Maybe it’ll help me get some winks.

6 Replies to “Forty Winks”

  1. I don’t know about dogs, but cats definitely dream. At least our Coco does. She flicks her tail and growls or curls in a tight ball and whimpers. I image she is fighting off wolves and running with lions, among other intrigues.

    That’s that’s one less thing you have to think about! ; )

    Wink. Wink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *