I was in bed before 9:30 last night. You’d think I’d be rested.
After her emails had sighed between lines, ‘I need a drink and some friendly company,” I’d met Kate for dinner and a drink at Cedar. It’s a dark and unremarkable bar, but over the last few months, it’s become a retreat of sorts for a handful of us. There’s a table near the front where some patrons lifted Jen into the air on one of the old, wooden chairs. There’s a table dead center of the main aisle, toward the back, where I sat nursing bleeding feet and crying into a borrowed tissue. And a bit to the left, one where Kate and I sat talking about parts and wholes and nervous stomachs.
Like I said, I was in bed before 9:30 last night. But I woke up several times before my alarm annoyed me out of bed at 7:15. I woke once at 10:30, when Sir Hal had (quite loudly) gotten himself stuck in the hall closet. Once at 12:something from frustrating dreams about work. And then again at 3:30, when the pipes began clanging signaling a working boiler. I was awake enough then to make hot chocolate, email my father and read for a bit. Then back to sleep until trip to the bathroom at 5:15 and one a little after 6:30.
This morning, I am bone-tired, shaking my fist at the sky (or fluorescent light covered ceiling), wondering, What’s a girl gotta do to get some real rest?
I totally need to invest in a sensory deprivation chamber.
I can’t believe that Sir Hal got stuck in a closet. That made me laugh. That probably wasn’t the point of the post though, huh?
He fell behind the dresser and couldn’t get back out. It certainly WAS the point at 10:30. I laughed too and he looked VERY embarassed.
I hate nights when all you need is good solid sleep and you keep waking up. I’m not sure if it’s the change in seasons, but I have been so tired lately, regardless of how much sleep I get.
You’re more than welcome to venture one block east for a sleepover
…big…new…bed…
hey, me too. i was just asking if anyone had a chamber that i could borrow for a bit. say … a month or two.
sdt’s are cool for an hour and after that you just listen to your bones creek and your heart push blood through your ears. stick with ambein:))
“shaking my fist at the sky”
And now you’re stealig my bit!
YOUR bit? You were the first person ever to shake his fist at the sky? Dude, quit channeling Homer Simpson. FEMA!!!
My sonogram shows me as a fetus shaking my fist at the doctor!