Ironic

I reeeaally, reeeaally want to put on my jammies and climb under the covers, but it's light out, and I can't quite bring myself to do it yet. The ironic part is that I remember clear as a bell those summer evenings when Shirl would pack my into my little seersucker jammies and force me to get into bed even though it was light outside and I could still hear all my friends playing out there. And I wonder where the insomnia came from. (And those seersucker jammies were the suck, btw. I've always been very sensitive to the texture and fit of the clothes I wear; why would she think I could sleep in that scratchy, stiff seersucker?)

The news of the day actually is that I kept myself awake all day at work despite the hour of sleep I got last night. The key, apparently, is to be busy. I was very busy all day and kept myself that way, since the big fear was that I would hit a lull and nod off. I even managed a quick trip to Barnes and Noble after school to get some books that a teacher cleverly put on a required reading list but neglected to mention to me ahead of time.

I want spring. I saw buds on the trees at the ILS' yesterday (about an hour and a half south), but we don't have any yet, just the crocuses and such so far. No forsythia bursting yellow everywhere. And still damn cold in the mornings, although light now when I leave a little after 6:30. (I've become addicted to McDonald's coffee, and the drive-in window is the icing on the cake. Ooh. I could go for some cake.)

R is basically moved to the new place, except for the big furniture and a few random things, which are moving on Saturday. She brought the cat to the new place Friday, which I guess is the indicator of where she's living. I'm told that my grandcat is very happy in her new location, more rooms to explore, and happy to be with her people there.

It may be dark enough by 7:30 for me to respectably call it bedtime. One can only hope.


FRIENDS :: ENTRY #2013
READING: Fool by Christopher Moore