Although I am currently in the wretched embrace of insomnia,
which I apparently inherited from my mother,
that's not such a bad health-related inheritance as such things go,
especially when compared to breast cancer or schizophrenia,
although according to some research it does make me easy prey for a host of other health-related ailments,
I want to tell you that
I am GRATEFUL.
Grateful to be lying here,
on my comfortable non-toxic latex mattress,
on my soft clean sheets,
and a glass of potable water in easy reach,
with my husband snoring softly instead of like a jackhammer,
and my blackout curtains that my mother-in-law sewed me for Christmas last year blocking the infernal streetlight located in my backyard,
and an appropriately-sized, firm pillow for my head.
And despite the fact that You are about to rain down
a vast and terrible furor
of resource and ecological limitations upon us,
I realize this crisis is due to our own freewill,
which has manifested as shortsighted stupidity,
prodigious procreative ability,
and excessive rapaciousness,
and that You have also given us the capacity
for creativity, self-restraint, and cooperation
if we choose to use these skills
on a path of energy descent and balance.
And so although I cannot sleep though not for lack of trying,
and fear imminent doom in some as-yet unforeseen fashion,
though probably not a 2,000 foot tall marshmallow man,
I am grateful that at least for now I have these small comforts,
and food and water and a warm home,
and my health,
and the health of my family.