Questa è Enida

I’m having troubles sleeping tonight.

Thoughts upon thoughts came flooding my mind since early evening. Funny how thoughts are plural as though they were countable, and yet I can’t count them. So many so, that’s it’s too much. So much so, that it’s too many!

Just before climbing into bed, I got thinking about the volume of a drop of water. Thanks to the kitchen tap that is loose. I find it hard to unhear the rhythm of the drop. It kept playing in my head as I found out that there are 20 drops of water in one milliliter.

I brought a glass up to my bedroom and it was ¾ filled. Approximately 250ml, which is equivalent to 5,000 drops — which doesn’t sound like much at all. I should drink more tomorrow. Say, a glass contains 450ml. No, I just checked! The blue IKEA glass’ volume is 31cl (310ml) which equals to 6,800 drops. If I drink 8 glasses of water tomorrow, I will down 49,600 drops! Cool.

And then I got thinking of the water bills.
And the plumbing cost to get the kitchen tap fixed.