Checking In
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world. –Leonard Cohen
Last refuge? Not from where I’m sitting. I’d have to say that my overdeveloped sense of superiority to the sleeping world is the first place I head to on my Insomnia Nights. I like my late hours. I don’t like stumbling around the next day in a partial fog, but I do like my late hours. They’re extraordinarily peaceful. If I had my druthers, I would stay up until 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. every night and sleep until noon the next day.
There’s not a terrible lot I wish to write about; this is a rather empty blog post. I’m just throwing something out here on the Innernets to let people know that I’m Not Dead Yet, that my Day Job is stressing me to the point where I don’t want to spend too much time in front of my computer when I get home in the evening, and that I’m still working on 3 (or is it 4?) different knitting projects with nary a finished object in sight.
I suppose I’m in some sort of Holding Pattern. Further Bulletins As Events Warrant, cats and kittens.
