sleepless

I am insanely not sleepy.

2 a.m. on the west coast. Waaay to early to start harrassing family out east. I don't know any reprobates closer by that might also be suffering as I am.

Mrs. Pandammy is also having sleep issues. We often find out that we've spent the same nights not sleeping. But we don't dare call each other, just in case. It's stupid. We could be planting something, or pruning. By flashlight. Well?

There's nothing particularly on my mind. No obsessions, no internal dialogues. I'm holding my body tight for some odd reason, as I do from time to time, as if waiting for some kind of attack, yet I'm not anxious. About the only mental activity is the inner narration of my sleeplessness. Well, and blogging.

I'll tell you how this night will end, though. I'll fall asleep somewhere around 4 a.m., and when hobbitt's alarm goes off before 7, I'll be one cranky-ass bitch. I'll get up to pee, slam the bedroom door shut when I hear him on his conference call, and go back to sleep until 11:30, at which point I'll curse the loss of half a day and then wonder why, tomorrow night, I'm insanely not sleepy at 2 a.m.