Night Owl
It's 2:20 in the morning and I actually hear an owl hooting in a tree in our backyard somewhere.
I know how he feels.
I can't sleep either. Though I'm guessing he's supposed to be up. I've been getting 9 hours a night since Christmas and I'm not due back at work until Thursday. This is a major setback to my sleep debt recovery.
What is wrong with me? This is not good. I've got to drive to the airport in a little more than 6 hours and then be half way cogent for the morning church service. But I'm wide awake.
The house is far from quiet this time of night. Fridge just kicked on. Noisy thing. Sounds like it's trying to take off. The heat registers are popping as hot water swooshes through their pipes and the house creaks when the occasional breeze blows by.
"Dead of Night" my fat behind.
Fixed myself a peanut butter and muenster on half a bagel a bit ago (don't knock it, it ain't half bad). Another glass of water and I think sleep may overtake me now.
Enough with the stilted prose. I'll leave it to the owl.
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