to begin with, the night before was probably two hours sleep if lucky. the entire day, only a 1/2 hour nap. took a benadryl at ten and one more around midnight ’cause i was still too awake. my son was camping on the living room floor still (sans tent this time) (and yes he stays up too late too) and there was a pokemon movie on to lull him to sleep. and i discovered if you are drifting off to diphenhydramine (especially after the day i had), your mind will take the audio portion of the cartoon and make its own, completely unrelated and annoyingly nonsensical movie out of it. not even a cartoon. a movie with people. and animals. none of whom i recognized, thankfully. because i didn’t like any of them. matter of fact, i loathed them.
fortunately, the second time that loathing roused me from my stupor, the kid had passed out. i had a beastly hard time figuring out the remote control — by the time i got the thing turned off it was closed captioned and in spanish, i believe, and something odd was going on in the picture-in-picture.
woke up several times during the night, extremely hungry. remember eating: cookies, chunk of monterey jack cheese, and cereal, possibly twice. woke up for the final time when the friggin’ gardeners came with their power tools to bang them against the side of the house. (think i’m exaggerating? one of these days i’ll get a microphone for this puter and i’ll prove it to you.) there is no way to sleep through the coming of the gardeners.
so here i am. happy to be annoyed and alive. good morning!