what time is it?
The problem, or should I say challenge, with waking in the middle of the night is two fold. First you have the confusion of ?huh? why am I awake. Secondly you need to go back to sleep. If you have a sudden wakefulness and wonder why – you have a serious issue and mentally have to go through the list: no, not a burglar; not a bomb, the house deciding to self-destruct or any of the infinite number of Armageddon options. Most certainly it was not the phone which is sitting there minding its own business with dark face. It is sleeping, so should you. I have no pets, and the siebenschlafer exercised so much during the day that they are quiet now.
While I am going through all of these options the exit to sleep spins past on the drive down the road back to oblivion. Putting ones head back down and ordering oneself to sleep works about as well as you would expect. Not. at. all. Faintly perceptible sounds take on ominous significance. If you start to speculate then all hope is lost: just as you hit that drowsy point a forgotten watch alarm sounds. Set the last time you had to rise early for the last direct train to the airport it doesn’t help this morning being a day to early and several hours before any reasonable suggestion of outside light.
So there I was. Before 0400 in the morning and unable to sleep. I could read, play computer games or think about cleaning up something around the house. Right – not. Instead I cleaned up computer files for a few hours, dropped off books before 0600 again and started on the packing and organizing.
By mid afternoon I was packed, the living room cleaned up and the bedroom floor rediscovered. Files are downloaded, blueberries eaten, patterns printed, the car safely garaged and the backpack ready to take on the computer before being hoisted on my back for departure. In my effort to also be a responsible member of the household I dealt with most of the laundry (left George 3 baskets of his clean stuff + linens/towels), took care of the worst of the dining room, made the kitchen presentable and stacked up all the books that will go out when I get back.
Oh, where am I going? Civitavecchia tomorrow, Legend of the Seas the day after. And, I will even get to have lunch with George! Hopefully anyway. His plane is due in ~1145 and I don’t leave for three hours after that. If his plane is late, well I have my iPad and knitting…….
I don’t even have to catch a train before 0915!