… 4:20 a.m., that is. For the last week, I’ve (mostly) been going to bed sometime between 11 and midnight, and (mostly) been rolling over awake to look at the clock between 4:13 and 4:50 a.m., having just woken out of some odd dream. (Today: an old coworker falls into the city reservoir, we rescue him and then go to CVS to have a chocolate egg cream. When we find out that they’re charging $5 for them, we’re horrified, and begin a search to find the ingredients – chocolate syrup and soda water – to make them ourselves. Two days ago: confronted by giant versions of Marvel comic book villains dressed in ill-fitting hero costumes. And so on.)
I fall asleep again fairly quickly, but it’s a pattern I haven’t experienced since the week after my motorcycle accident, years ago.
Tomorrow we’re driving down to NYC for a couple of days to look at some of the neighborhoods enclosing the apartments on Craigslist. It’ll be interesting to see whether I sleep through the night down there. (Note to self: earplugs. Maybe two sets of earplugs, one crammed in on top of the other.)