Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I couldn't sleep last night. Right before bed I felt like I needed an antacid, but failed to take one. I don't know if my husband's restlessness caused my own, or dinner upset me or I was nervous because I wanted to do lab tests this morning. I'm a great sleeper normally, and I was kind of stunned I didn't drift off. This morning I finally gave up and got out of bed at 9:20. My husband had had a bad dream, but I refused to hear about it, I was too grumpy about my lack of sleep. He always promises he will sleep in the guest bedroom if he's restless, but he never does. Anyway, I did not do my lab test so I will go tomorrow. We did take a walk this morning, but I feel depressed and disoriented. I know lots of people have trouble sleeping, but it's a shock for me. Seeing the headlines on my phone doesn't help either, and writing birthday cards and mailing them didn't help. I need to buy three birthday gifts, but can't make myself go out to look. I'm depressed that my youngest grandson is out of preschool again with a cough and had to do a covid test yesterday, and his parents are forced to take turns skipping work to take care of him. If it wasn't for covid, I'd happily watch him, but until we get the test results, I shouldn't. I am deeply discouraged about the pandemic, like everyone else, and I have trouble wanting to read, watch TV, walk, talk on the phone and other distractions. It's like a bad Groundhog Day.