Breath and Breathe.
Bridge, bench, bunch, budge, brunch, billet, boulevard.
Pause, not because I'm sleeping yet, unfortunately, but because my mind is searching for another word beginning with "B."
Brigadier. Seriously, brigadier? Where did that come from?
Boulevard. Alright, fine, moving closer to my normal lexicon.
And then, out of I-have-no-idea-where, billet-doux.
If you're wondering, understandably, what I'm doing at 3:40 in the morning, let me point you to this article about an Oprah-approved simple trick to give insomnia the slip. It was developed by a sleep researcher here in my home province, BC, and I've had enough recourse to it lately to know that it works fairly well. Generally, as has happened twice this week, if I wake before 2 because I'm over-heated or my tummy's acting up, I just move to the couch for an hour or two before trying the bed again. But when I wake as late as 3:30 or 4, moving to the couch for a few hours would mean accepting that five hours of sleep was it for the night, and I'd rather not. . . .
So I try Luc Beaudoin's little trick, pick a word with no duplicate letters, and then begin listing words that begin with one of the letters in that word. This morning, my word was "Best"; after I finished with the "B" words, I moved on to event, even, eventually, earnest, exercise. . .
I suspect the day may feel long, despite Professor Beaudoin's help, but at least I dredged the word billet-doux from some slough in the vast caverns of cerebral storage. What are the chances I might work it into a conversation today? Care to supply a sample sentence, anyone? Admittedly, this will require a particular interlocutor (Yes, I'm pulling out all the stops, big-word-wise). Most of us might, at best, muster a "Huh"? when billet-doux features in our girlfriend chat. Perhaps we need to begin a campaign. Bring back the billet-doux!
So while I'm in a silly mood, care to share? Have you saved any of your old love letters? Or wish you had? Any steamy enough that, while you hate to destroy them, you're reluctant to leave them behind for salacious eyes to enjoy after you're gone? When's the last time you wrote one, or did you never?
How's that for a Friday can of worms? And all because i woke at 3:40 this morning. . . (and if you want a safer route to commenting, we could discuss insomnia and your solutions. . . )