27th day -- Whistlin' my tune

At times I can think of no more welcome sound than the shrill whistling of my tea kettle. I don't think I can employ the cliche' "music to my ears" because the pitch of my kettle is pretty irritating actually. Funny how the nerve endings in my ears can be repelled while at the same time the nerve endings in my brain and taste buds in my tongue can be attracted by the same sound. Pavlov.

My brain reacts to my tea kettle the way Pavlov's dogs reacted to his bells -- my ears hear the sound and my mouth responds. I anticipate the calming aroma of tea infusing the room, the wonderful warmth soothing my throat, and the intoxicating chemicals relaxing my jangled nerves. Tea is my drug of choice. Sometimes I can trace the letting go of tension as the liquid streams through my body. Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Tonight I chose to drink Cozy Chamomile, known to induce relaxation and sleep. And - - - it's working. Good night.