It’s been going on for more than 20 years. As a newspaper reporter, I stared at the ceiling instead of sleeping, worrying about typos or misspellings in my copy … knowing that our readers — especially the ones I called my friends — wouldn’t miss the opportunity to jump down my throat about any errors.
It continues to this day, my mind never wanting to shut off, always thinking about something, anything.
Unless I am near water.
Maybe it’s because I’m an Atlantic Ocean baby, spending so many years of my childhood on Mahoney’s Beach or Malignant Cove with my family.
The waves soothe me.
“I’m not sure which one of you hit the pillow and started snoring right away but WOW,” my friend said Saturday morning.
My American pointed at me and said, “Yeah, that was her.”
We — the hubby and our couple friends — packed up the dogs and the trucks and went west in search of a peaceful weekend in Rockaway Beach, Ore.
I found it.
It was the most relaxing sleep I’ve had in a long time.
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