Stupid sleepstuffs
Mar. 1st, 2011 06:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOh, ffs. The last hour of the last flight last night, I was pretty much as tired as I've ever been: microdreaming every time I blinked. Karen found me at the airport and fetched me home, and I was good for a shower and a stumble out in the dark to greet my lemon tree, and that was about it.
So I went to bed, a bit after midnight. And now? Now it's half six in the morning and I think it's mid-afternoon, I've been awake for ages; if I slept two hours, I certainly didn't sleep three. I seem to have the wrong head on. Gah. [Kari, what are those magic pills you made me take the first time? I might need to go all chemical. Alchemical. Whatever.]
Also, not hot. In California. Not hot. What's that about?*
On the other hand? In California. Was lying in bed listening to an unfamiliar dawn chorus (they have different birds! who knew?) and then the Caltrain sound its distance like a horn, like a far horizon. Et in California ego. And I'm sitting here now eating a mandarin that was probably grown just down the road, and we could probably plant a mandarin-tree if we wanted to. And if I woke Karen up just now I'm fairly sure she will've lain there thinking "What -- oh, I know! That's Chaz, he's in the shower. Oh, good..." and gone back to sleep again. Which is pretty much ideal, really.
*Also, slouching around at not-7am-yet in T-shirt and bare feet. Values of not-hot are variable. I wouldn't be doing this at home.
So I went to bed, a bit after midnight. And now? Now it's half six in the morning and I think it's mid-afternoon, I've been awake for ages; if I slept two hours, I certainly didn't sleep three. I seem to have the wrong head on. Gah. [Kari, what are those magic pills you made me take the first time? I might need to go all chemical. Alchemical. Whatever.]
Also, not hot. In California. Not hot. What's that about?*
On the other hand? In California. Was lying in bed listening to an unfamiliar dawn chorus (they have different birds! who knew?) and then the Caltrain sound its distance like a horn, like a far horizon. Et in California ego. And I'm sitting here now eating a mandarin that was probably grown just down the road, and we could probably plant a mandarin-tree if we wanted to. And if I woke Karen up just now I'm fairly sure she will've lain there thinking "What -- oh, I know! That's Chaz, he's in the shower. Oh, good..." and gone back to sleep again. Which is pretty much ideal, really.
*Also, slouching around at not-7am-yet in T-shirt and bare feet. Values of not-hot are variable. I wouldn't be doing this at home.