Is life so different than it is in your dreams?

I am pooped. Its a perfect fall day and I don't have the energy to leave the house. My sleep schedule is all over the place. When I finally do lay down, my mind just races. I'm having a hard time quieting my thoughts, sometimes they come so fast I can't even keep up with them, let alone shut them off. Start to nod off...another thought shows up and startles me awake like a loud knock at the door. Its all the usual stuff, I'm not special at all worrying about work or fretting over relationships...wondering about friends and family in far-flung places. I've got it narrowed down to the night shift with plenty of time alone as the ultimate culprit for the times it gets more intense than normal.

Woke up on the sofa in my clothes at about 2. Felt like I could've slept till 4. Coffee tasted extra good today, out on the front porch. Traffic hasn't picked up yet, the only sound on the block is arguing squirrels.

I saw online that my man Tom is nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame next year. I'd say its about time, but honestly I thought it would be several more years before he would be nominated...so this is a nice surprise.

There's not a lot of artists out there that make me think like Tom does, so many of his songs bring up detailed sense memories. A few weeks ago I was looking through pictures with some random iTunes playlist going in the background. Tom's Please Call Me, Baby came on at an amazingly poignant moment. It made me stop on that one particular page for the whole song. Tom has written all kinds of songs that cover the ups and downs of relationships; take Martha for example. Some guy trying to get in touch with his girl from 40 years back, hoping she remembers him and praying that there might be a bit of reciprocation of his nostalgia. In reality the guy is most likely drunk and making the call at about 2am, standing in a phone booth that hasn't worked in years. But Please Call Me, Baby seems much more lucid to me. He realizes that the relationship has soured to the point that treating each other poorly has become the norm; he admits to his bad behavior and wonders if he can change it, but still asserts the fact that he's responsible for exactly 50% of the problem.

But the chorus...that's what is in his heart:

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

Just one of the things I appreciate about Tom, he can make you think twice. He can make you remember what its like to be soaked to the skin, standing at a pay phone in the middle of the night.