Slowly, but surely...making my way back. Still very tired, even though I am no longer a worker bee and I sleep an extraordinary amount of the day.
A few nights ago, I awakened to Bing gently shaking me.
"Hon, you were singing in your sleep..."
Apparently, I was softly singing the song, "Ain't Even Done with the Night" in my sleep.
I sat up, confused. I barely know that song. Or just barely remember it. I remember it came out....right when I started med school. A John Mellencamp song, or as we called him back then: John Cougar.
The next day, Bing asked me to sing it and of course, I couldn't. Could only remember some of the lyrics. But, she said that I was singing them verbatim in my sleep. Almost the whole song before she awakened me. And um....okay....humming that sweet little guitar riff that opens the song and slides around all through it.
Do. Do do do, do do do.
I wonder what else is up there in my brain pan that I can't access in my waking life? Poems? Snatches of books? Medical jargon?
Last night, I was in the living room, halfheartedly reading and I head it....those guitar licks. I got up to find Bing, sitting in a chair on the sunporch, strumming her guitar and singing this:
Of course, I couldn't sing along because I DID NOT know all the lyrics.....
She should wait until I fall asleep. I could probably recite the Gettysburg address or T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock...
Life is funny, yes?