Lethargy

Bored or sleepy?

Next to Cleanseliness...


Godsliness.

He clambered into the bed above while I wasn't looking, and is now invisible, even his ear tips. The tree will come down tomorrow. We aim for Epiphany, but I have tomorrow off to pack all our treasures away.


Worrying, again. As usual. I long ago accepted this as part of my character, not a flaw, so long as I don't pick at it and make it bigger. A professional skill, for me, to anticipate the worst case and prepare for it. Better to be ready and not need than need and not be ready.

The lethargy of deep winter lays on me. I have an alarm clock that chimes. Normally, I wake on the first chime and decide to wait for the second, or third to get up. Seven minutes, three and a half, and so on until it chimes rhythmically - which I rarely hear. I heard it this morning, all that got through the drugs of sleep. D let it do it's work.

We talked about it before I went to bed last night. Better I'm irritated with the clock than with him. And it really is. (My father used to turn on the 100 watt bulb in the upstairs hall that would glare in on me. I had been known to get up, close my (ill fitting) door, and go back to bed in a fury.)

For a while, when D started getting up with me, often before me, he would come in to wake me. Finding me less than cordial. I don't wake cheery. I don't wake verbal. I snarl at questions. Don't like to be touched. Doesn't take me a long time, but those first moments are growling, snapping nipping - if there is a target. The Alarm and I have an Understanding. D took a while to learn not to get in the line of fire. Bothered me to be angry with him in the early morning, left me feeling terrible all day. We've worked it out, we're fine now.

D often is awake very early, an insomniac of long standing. As is his father. He's more or less come to terms with it, with occasional very bad weeks. I always ask him if he slept at all. Only an hour up through the night, and got back to sleep is pretty good. The cat walking on him repeatedly, and never even returned to bed, not so much. I've been a "good sleeper" since early infancy, told I skipped the night bottle very quickly, even then preferring sleep to food. I take my occasional bad night as only fair.

Worried about my teeth today, strange feelings, pressure. Did the ice test on them as soon as I got home, and all is well. A Phase, no doubt. I do worry. It's what I do.