It is now time for me to stare at the ceiling, think of loved ones I worry about, play out imaginary arguments with international douchetrucks, and try to solve global corruption and general callousness toward human suffering in my head until I fall asleep.
(Even the sheep don't get involved. "Buddy," they tell me. "You keep forgetting to count us and ask us existential questions instead. Hate to break it to you, but we have *so* many better offers in other heads." Which is fair.)
Night, CoSo!
@MLClark I have a technique, if you are interested.
😅 Amusingly, I am now disrupting my usual sleep hygiene routine (which involves turning off all notifications on tech and disconnecting from screens, which I was *about* to start) to say, sure, lay it on me.
@MLClark I envision myself in an empty classroom, in front of an empty chalk (if you're old school) or white board. I draw a huge circle, slowly. I write the number 100 to fill the circle as possible, slowly. I retrace the outer circle. I slowly erase the number. I retrace the circle. I write "deeper" in the center of the circle. I retrace the circle, slowly. I decrement the number and write. And repeat. And repeat.