Last night, New Year's Eve, I intended to read first, followed by falling asleep before the cracking of the noise. The first part worked. I read. Yet, when I thought I was ready to sleep, the wheels kept spinning in my head. I inherited this unintentional ability from my father who complained about the wheels spinning in his head. I've since learned his comment is the same thing as my saying - I can't stop thinking; the wheels in my brain keep rehashing events. It's a curse and I've been cursed with it.
While the curse overwhelmed me last night, I rolled over and caught the fireworks in action. I first saw them through the small slats and round holes in the hurricane shutters. I even heard their loud banging noise, as if 20 guns were being fired in succession. Thank goodness I purposely had a noisy fan running in the bedroom dulling all the racket outside. I also remembered to have the instigator-of-fear-dog wear her Thunder Jacket. With the fan and the jacket, the dogs slept peacefully. I can't say the same for myself. I guess it is a dog's life after all.
Taking it all in, I must admit - witnessing the sky brightly sparkling in a sundry of colors placed a smile on my sleepy face. Even if the wheels spinning in my head caused me sleeplessness, the light show with audio was worth it.
With the birth of a New Year, I extend best wishes to all. Please enjoy good health and cheer; new beginnings and an ample amount of sleep.