So.

So, I didn't sleep well last night, and I slept later than I wanted to, and didn't get to the supermarket until 9.00. It wasn't horribly crowded, as I thought it would be, but I had hoped that it would be empty at 8.00, which it probably was.

Why did I not sleep well last night? Not for the usual reasons. I fell asleep on the couch at 9.30. At 9.40, the phone rang. It was the Hubs, who had gone out for a drink after work, which I knew. He was calling to tell me that he was leaving soon, the friend he was with was having one more drink, although he himself was done. Okay, whatever. He's a big boy and can hold his drink, but I have very strong feelings about drinking and driving, which he knows. Okay. I fell back to sleep.

And woke up in a moment. Not home yet. Back to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. He got home at 11.15, by which time, let me tell, I was wide awake, and way past that falling-asleep-moment that is so elusive to me. I glared. He told me proudly (and not drunkenly) that he only had four cigarettes all day yesterday. Yes, how fucking nice for you. He went to bed. I tried to fall asleep on the couch again. With very little luck. Doze, wake, etc. Finally, around one, I decided I was not getting to sleep on the couch tonight and it was time to go to bed.

Where he was sleeping deeply, curled up on top of the blankets in the dead center of the bed. Upside down, with his head at the foot of the bed. Really, why do I bother?

I couldn't wake him (although I tried) and managed to shove him over, but now I'm trying to fall asleep with the thought that any minute he is going to roll over and kick me in the head. Lucy and Ricky's twin beds are starting to look better and better to me.

I put on some Brahms (the playlist starts with Brahm's lullaby) in my ear, ran the playlist twice, and finally fell asleep. Hence the late awakening this morning. And what is more or less a foul mood.

Although I actually don't feel well today, the same stomach whatever that brought me home from school early on Thursday. Nauseous when I stand up, not wanting to eat much. After the supermarket and the cleaners, I pretty much crashed all day, but I'd already gotten done most of whatever else I needed to do today, so that was okay. I couldn't even read, really. I put on some educational channel and let it play while I dozed.

So there you have the highlights of my fascinating day. Tomorrow, perhaps the obligatory target run, and maybe a visit from my eldest nephew, who arrived from California in the wee hours this morning. I heart him.

WATCHING SCRUBS :: ENTRY #1627