I’ve never seen the entire movie Sleepless in Seattle, but I gather it’s about a widower who talks to a radio shrink about being lonely and his nine-year-old son fixes him up with Meg Ryan.  I might have missed a few plot twists.  I’ve never been good at sitting still for ninety minutes unless I have a book to read and a cup of tea.

Freshly brewed English Breakfast sits next to me now, in the infuser that Jenny Rosen gave me, on a tile to protect the beautiful wood of the secretary.  I only got three hours of sleep last night, between 3:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m.  At 2:30 I had the good sense to check for the time of my morning court and re-set the alarm.

My newest sleepless trend started two nights ago.  On Tuesday night, I binge-watched Molly Ann Wymer videos.  Last night I played all my Words with Friends moves and scrolled through the Food Network On Demand.  I finally settled on recordings of Beat Bobbie Flay.  He lost four out of five and I got an idea for Saturday night’s potluck dish.

In the hazy hour between two and three, I reflected on this temporary relapse into insomnia.  By contrast, in the last six months, I’ve set my lifetime record for consecutive hours of unmedicated sleep.  Though I still drag around in a state of constant exhaustion (my lot in life — “fatigue even at rest”) I don’t yawn as much and I’m not nearly as cranky.  I think.  Maybe? Anyone?

I won’t moan about the details, but this, too, shall pass.  I’ll get back on the regimen of five or six unconscious hours between midnight and the trill of the cell phone at six.  The most harm that might befall me as far as I can tell, will be getting smacked upside the head with a hefty board of realization that life can be worse, and it has been getting better.

It’s the twenty-eighth day of the twenty-fifth month of My Year Without Complaining.  I’m no Meg Ryan and I haven’t met a handsome widower but I’m not complaining.  Life continues.

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I’m adding this caption for Aneal Vohra. This still is from the movie. I stole it from the Internet. It does not appear to have a watermark and the site from which I took it did not have an attribution.


4 thoughts on “Sleepless

  1. Bob

    I realize this entry is about your recent bout with insomnia. However, as a fan of Sleepless in Seattle Tom Hanks in particular may I add it is a fine tear jerker, successfully manipulating saps like me into weeping uncontrollably at the precise moments chosen by the movie’s director.

    We shall see if my html tags worked.

    1. ccorleyjd365 Post author

      Mr. Hoffman — I am a sucker for a good emotional grab. But the movie “When A Man Loves A Woman” is more my style and possibly Ms. Ryan’s finest performance. Close second would be “City of Angels”.

  2. Non-Legal Mugwump Advocate

    > This still is from the movie. I stole it from the Internet.

    Corinne’s unlicensed, non-commercial usage of a single still frame image grab from the film Sleepless in Seattle would very likely be excused per 17 USC’s copyright Fair Use commentary doctrine. Corinne is juxtaposing her “real-life” challenges that include sleepless nights vis-à-vis iconic Hollywood “make-belief” movies.


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