Lynn's Comments: If I can't sleep, I will often turn the radio on to the CBC. The droning of interviews, the endless ardent and erudite guests--from the Netherlands at night to the UK in the morning--send me into a haze unequalled since high school. When a lecture was lengthy and the room was warm, I slept easily sitting in a hard wooden desk with my head on a textbook. I didn't mean to drift off. I don't now. In fact, I'm a very good listener and I care! It's just that sometimes I can't concentrate on or absorb what's being said and then, the sound of the speaker becomes like the hum of an aircraft engine and I just fly away. I guess the good thing about this is; I can detect the same somnolence in others. I have learned to recognize the glazed eyes the controlled expression and the stifled yawn and I know that it's time for a break or a change of subject. I see it, I recognize the feeling and I relate to the individual...I just hate it, however, if they've been sitting there, listening to ME!
