Last night I couldn’t sleep. Considering that I got up at 5:45 am to have a cup of coffee, get ready for work, stop at the stable to put Kip out in pasture, work all day with barely a break for lunch, raced out to the stable to feed and muck, back home, then to fencing for some fun bouting with electrical kit, then to the pub afterwards with everyone…well, you would think that I would sleep like the dead.
But no. Like the uneasy dead who don’t rest in peace, I wandered the house all night. At 4:00 am I had resorted to making hot milk with scotch in it, which I drank while reading. The only really good sleep I got was probably from 5:00 or so until 5:45, when the alarm went off. Had I the opportunity, I could have slept like a hibernating animal for another eight hours. Since I was denied the opportunity, I dragged myself out of bed feeling all muzzy-headed with scotch.
I’ve always had trouble sleeping; any stress, any emotional upset or worry over something will see me awake at 3:00, at 4:00, at 5:00. I can always fall asleep, of course…it’s staying asleep that is the problem.
Thank god Phil doesn’t mind being woken up for sex in the early morning hours when I can’t sleep. lol…
Pleasepleaseplease, to all god/desses which control sleep, please let me sleep all night. I’d sacrifice a rat to you, but they’re just too damn cute.