The Shuttle of Sleep

Anxiety. About the election. A possible recession. About being unemployed during a possible recession. Last night, I woke at 5:30 a.m.. Tonight woke at midnight, up til 1:30, awake again at 2:30, read a book, had a snack, watched a movie. I'm not the only one who's subterraneanly worried. I see it in the faces of people on the bus: a thinking, worried quiet. I watched The Astronaut Farmer earlier. Reminded me of videos I recorded for teachers while working for NASA at the UW. Astronauts in zero gravity eating bouyant m-n-m's, the blackness of deep space outside their windows. Tonight, the hours seem timeless like that, expansive, floating. I wonder if others like me are doing the midnight EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity), orbiting the insular shuttle of sleep.