Waking, that is. This morning Brian had just come to bed (in from a gig at one). I lay there for a bit and was too awake; my mind was pinging about, thinking of this thing I had to do and that thing. I looked at the clock. Four a.m. My feet found my slippers and I went out to the living room and read The Glass Castle (by Jeannette Walls, who's going to be on my show on Jan. 4), which I like very much. After a bit I turned out the light and tried to sleep on the sofa. Wasn't happening. Got up, made a cup of tea and worked on a guitar strap I'm making for my son for the Big Day. The black sky lightened to gray. Soon Travis got up and we went to Trader Joe's and came back to make cookies and caramel corn.
My acupuncturist, Dr. Ron, said, "Maybe it's because you're excited."
"About what?"
"The holiday!"
"Oh! Hmm. Maybe."
I actually like that my day has become longer. It reminds me of the few times I returned home from India and I was awake when everyone else was sleeping. It was fun, but only for so long.
Tomorrow's Christmas eve.
In Travis' words, Happy ChristmaHannaKwanzika....to you all....
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It's 2:30 a.m. and I'm awake on the day after Christmas. Should be sound asleep but I'm in a cycle of insomnia too. Maybe we get wiser as we get older because we have so much more time to think. Or people think the long delay before speaking is thoughtful, when we really know we're just waiting for the brain to kick into gear. I hope you had a great Christmas and a little more sleep.
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