A strange thing happened to me on the way to dreamland this morning. I got on the wrong bus and came back again.
Normally, I don’t have any problems with sleeping other than the ones I may try to solve for fun while dropping off. No, I go to bed at 01:00 or so, get comfortable, and that’s it until some time between 08:00 and 09:00.
This morning I was on schedule for bedtime at 01:00. I dozed, but then woke up. I could tell it was rather earlier than my normal rising time by the use of advanced deductive reasoning. It was still dark.
In fact, the clock said 02:00.
Muttering direly, I put my head down again and waited for sleep. And waited. And waited.
At 03:00 I gave up and got up. Then I became engrossed in blogging and then in writing the current chapter of Darx Circle (18 – now 19). Then it was time to fetch young R from school, and then to take her to swimming.
Never mind, thought I. After swimming I will catch up on forty or fifty winks.
Alas, a seldom-seen cousin who lives down the South Coast popped in.
Result: now going on for 21:00 and I am still not sleepy.
Ever had anything so unexpected un-Seattle your snooze-schedule?
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