I am not sure I have a healthy mind but I do have an active mind. Sometimes I get the strangest thoughts.
I have been grousing lately about the weird winter we have all been having when one of those off the wall thoughts entered my head for a romp.
I have mentioned before that I wrestle with sleep as I have aged. Four hours is my easy sleep. Anything over 4 hours is a struggle and usually accomplished in one hour increments. Trust me, I have tried it all.
So as I was lying here wide awake at 2:00 AM, I started wondering what the champion of all sleepers-- bears --do when things don't go well in the sleep department.
I have always been a wee bit envious of the bear. These creatures are big enough to be almost the top of the food chain. If it weren't for those two legged pushy types with guns and cars, they could feel pretty invincible.
Not only are they big and powerful but they are built to eat all they want, the sweeter the better. Packing on the pounds is a sign of intelligent design, not laziness nor gluttony. Then when they are good and jiggly fat, they get to sleep for months.
|Obviously not my picture|
They even give birth while sleeping. No need for moaning in pain or drugs. No late night feedings that they are aware of. No walking the floor with a colicky infant strapped to their shoulder.
Nope, just rolling over in the Spring and saying,”Well lookie there. It appears I had a pair of really cute cubs this winter that are now almost three months old and ready to go.” Yawn.
Of course there is that cranky and hungry part upon waking but that can be easily cured by over eating again.
But then I thought, what do they do when the winter temps jump from 18 degrees one day to 70 degrees the next followed by several days, even weeks of Spring like weather? I can't help but think they are having a pretty restless hibernation and must feel menopausal with those periodic day sweats.
And what if the weird temperatures make sleeping so light that they wake up giving birth. They will have no idea what is happening. They must be so confused.
Thinking about the addled bear, I feel a bit better about my wakefulness. Unlike the poor bear, I have options. I can turn on the light, read my Kindle, play on the computer, watch TV, or I can just lay in my comfortable bed in the dark and think strange thoughts.
Ahhh, I feel another hour of sleep coming on. Time to turn off the strange thoughts. Good night all.