Here’s a phrase Stef and I haven’t shared in a long time – “all nighter.”
I am up and at my desk, at work. It’s half past four on Sunday morning. This shouldn’t be. This is when I go to sleep!
This has been scheduled for a while. Matt Scott has the day off and we’re out of subs.
There’s little I could do to prepare As the witching hour drew near, it was obvious I wasn’t going to sleep. I tossed and turned for about half and hour before hopping in the shower and getting dressed.
The roads are quiet when you leave the house around 4:00 AM. It was nearly three miles before I saw the first car.
Dunkin’ Donuts is quiet too. There are actually two I know of that are open all night. I went out of my way to the one I felt was better lit and safer.
We had torrential downpours yesterday and strong winds since the rain left. Mother Nature is having a twig and branch sale – they’re everywhere.
During my short attempt at a nap, I felt our house moving in the wind. Maybe I was overly sensitive, but I can’t remember that before. I also noticed a substantial (though probably light) aluminum something, overturned on a lawn as I drove in.
I suppose it’s reassuring that I can push myself like this. I’m really not in that bad shape… or at least I don’t feel I am.
My bed will be very inviting at 10:30 AM