Cars zooming up and down the road in the dead of night. Splashing of fountain outside the window my husband insists on leaving open. Dog shifts and sighs and shivers, and I reach to cover him with a blanket. Night-owl son three floors down turns on a light switch. Husband deep in sleep. And I'm irrevocably awake at 2 a.m.
I move to the couch downstairs with a blanket and pillow...and the dog, of course, who now thinks it's morning and wants his walk and treat. The fridge hums. A raccoon walks across the roof. The low thrum of son's video game below me. The fountain is louder here, but not as loud as the stream of thoughts I can't turn off. What to leave out of the freezer for dinner...the latest sign language lesson I studied...whether the present I ordered will be delivered to my son today...should I bother planting peppers next year?
Now it's 4:30, and I've read my daily scriptures and checked my social media and puzzled over the latest book I'm writing and considered what to have for breakfast... I have church at 10:00, where I provide the closed captioning for the hard of hearing and also serve as sign language liaison for a deaf friend. I need to be high-functioning and alert for this. Maybe I can try snoozing again...
Sigh. Nope. Anyone else up?