It’s nighttime in Guaynabo. I opened the balcony doors to feel the breeze and hear the sounds of the city. The coqui are singing with a vengeance tonight. The humidity in the air is almost palpable. I’m tired tonight, more tired than I have been since I moved here. I’m not doing anything this evening except sitting here and vegetating. Unless, of course, I decide to do some work later…which is possible, of course, but not likely.
This apartment is so peaceful. I’m sleeping better than I have in YEARS, and that’s not an exaggeration. I haven’t woken up during the night save one time since I arrived here, which is highly unusual for me. My habit used to be to wake up at least once a night, if not more. I’m either blissfully happy or hopelessly exhausted…or a combination of the two. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this to all my readers or not, but the apartment doesn’t have a TV. I thought I would miss it…but really? I don’t. I watch shows on iTunes if I really want to watch something. I also brought a few DVDs with me. Everyone I have shared the no TV information with thus far immediately says POOR YOU, YOU MUST BE SUFFERING. Truthfully? I’m not. Really. The silence is strangely comforting, and it’s nice to rediscover my iTunes library.
Oh, and a little sidenote for those who are calling me. I’m one hour ahead of you, and I’m usually in bed by 11:30 my time. Take note.
Je vais au lit. Ouais, a 9,30 de la nuit. HAHAHAHA you didn’t know French was showing up on the blog, did you ???
Love to those who listen.
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