Well you know how weird I am by now!
Sometimes insomnia can have its benefits.
The wind is currently rattling the blind on the one and only open window - soon have to shut that one too - and the noise is reminiscent of scurrying feet.
Odd how strange ordinary sounds become in the wee small hours.
Just an averagely boring day despite a good service this morning - no, I mean yesterday morning - the rector having returned from retreat in fine form and a goodly number of children for him to 'play' with.
I made a brief foray into the gale-swept garden and fought briefly with an unfriendly rose bush. Too windy to stay out for long so gave up, as is my wont. Sorted my linen cupboard for want of something better to do and discovered I have an enormous collection of old but still good bed-linen to dispose of. Now I have no excuse I'll have to find an organisation which needs or can use it. Wish I hadn't started.
Next sorted glassware cupboard. Have enough glass to stock a small shop. One of the problems of being a magpie.
Settled to watch Downton this evening, thoroughly enjoyed it but felt wide awake instead of ready for bed. Ominous sign and sure enough followed by midnight perambulations.
It's times like this I wish I lived in a really huge house, at least there'd be somewhere to walk round.
Thirty years ago I'd have dressed and gone for a walk. Wouldn't even consider it these days.
I might have to think seriously about taking on another moggy since they are naturally nocturnal, perhaps we could be bored and wide awake all night together. The only problem is he or she could make up for lack of sleep by day, while I have to live what passes for a life these days.
No, not a mog then. Perhaps I could move in with a colony of bats. One more would scarcely be noticed.
Normally I don't read my posts, I finish them, press publish and away they go, warts and all, but reading this for a change it reads as though I've finally lost the plot. Or as though I'm 'on' something. Perhaps that's the answer to insomnia, not sleeping pills but something like wacky baccy?
I know that when it's time to get up (if I were not already up), my baggy eyes will be ready to close and the dawn will feel distinctly unwelcome but that wouldn't really matter if my brain would operate efficiently.
Unfortunately as my day begins my one remaining 'little grey cell' shuts down and reasoning and logic become Olympian feats while a sense of humour is a totally foreign concept.
If anyone has any suggestions which might help I'd gladly consider them. Decent ones only please.
