♫Baby, it's 4 a.m. an hour later♫
That's how long I've been up today. A night of weird dreams morphed into an hour of stressing about work in the wee hours, then an hour of playing possum so the animals wouldn't get into total feeding frenzy, maybe half an hour of wind-down after Emily fed them, and finally a surrender around 7 a.m. when Tasha got all barky-barky to go out after breakfast and continued yapping at Dog Knows What once she got outside.
I cleared my desk, balanced my work checkbooks, made a bunch of bank runs, bought some extra clothes for the trip, and got in some cardio- all by 3 p.m., the rough equivalent of 7 p.m. to my currently jet-lagged ass.
I shall now attempt nappage. I'm setting the over-under on the first phone call at 3:42 (for sure the kid will call around 4, which would be about right for some quick mind-clearing REM sleep). Feel free to place your own bets.
ETA.No more telephone calls, please, we have a winner! The first work call forwarded to my cell came in at 3:49, giving me perhaps one minute of actual sleep. And the kid called right on the button of 4.
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Date: 2010-02-12 02:08 am (UTC)