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Long, Strange Days
if you’re feeling a little off lately, chances are you’re not the only one.
“Seeing human suffering changes you. It either makes you compassionate or it makes you hard.”
― Jane Wilson-Howarth
It’s 7 AM in Brooklyn. I roll over in bed and tug open the curtains, revealing a soft grey dawn. Here goes another day, I guess. My feet hit the hardwood floor and I stumble toward the kitchen to make coffee. As the pot begins to simmer, hiss and percolate and the sacred java juice begins to brew, I begin my oft-dreaded ritual these days — powering on my iPhone for the first time in the morning and seeing what barrage of texts, calls, e-mails and information is in store for me that day.
This morning it’s my friend Lacey Ann. Like me, her recovery from Coronavirus has not been neat and linear. Among other lingering health issues, the virus has apparently affected her Circadian rhythms and her ability to get almost any amount of sleep at night.
“Sorry to report…no change last night, Danny. Still wasn’t able to sleep a wink through the night. I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” she texts me. This comes after the past several weeks of working together to try to come up with solutions to her sleep dilemma, trying rounds of natural sleep meds and any other form of natural sleep remedy I could think of. I even made a trip to a…
