About 3 this morning I finally had enough sleep. At least my mind things so. My eyes... not so much. The body is willing. I'm thinking about baking bread when I get done here. Or maybe making scones. Oh, yeah. I'm feeling like a starved desert wanderer.
Being hungry is not what woke me up though. I have been drinking entirely too much tea of late. Of course the second thing I did when I got out of bed was let the dog out and put on the kettle. Hopefully that fills the hole in my stomach until I get the baked goods made.
I'd been every night with the Ambien since I got it in my hot little hands. I've slept 10-12 hours every night until now. Tonight I got 8. I was afraid that I'd not post here again. The doctor perscribed enough refils for every night for 2/3 of a year.
I like this quiet. No one is up and moving, no TV, no vehicles up or down the road. I could probably get some serious reading done. right now it is Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. I'm not going to lie. I find it difficult. The dialog I can handle. The endless descriptors are giving me fits. Austen uses 50 words when 5 would do.
I'll finish it though. I am enjoying the story. I've been told that Pride and Prejudice is better. Or maybe I'll look into the Bronte sisters's works. I've never read Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre.
Off to get started baking. On the way to the kitchen I have to find the musical tone that seems to be alerting every 5 minutes.
Have a great day and sleep well tonight.
The Insomniac
