The pets kept me up in the early morning by repeatedly jumping on the injured leg. Thanks guys!

Now, I've given up on sleep and went ahead and got up and ready for work. At least I should be able to leave work early to go home. I'm a little suspicious because the timing is so very similar to the other mornings when I woke up for no apparent reason. Ah well.

Nevermind. The closet goes back on the todo list.
I woke up around 4:30 AM this morning (probably since we went to bed around 9 PM) and couldn't get back to sleep. I spent the time between 4:30 and 7:30 (when [livejournal.com profile] zohra woke up) doing the things I normally do at that time: self-loathing and despair. Not quite sure why that was necessary, but ah well. On the high side, it looks like I didn't gain any weight on vacation. I would guess it was all the walking.

Today is the regional practice in Bergental, so I'm all dressed up and ready to go. Unfortunately, I haven't eaten yet even though I'm really hungry, and I have to put gas and oil in the truck on the way. It's amazing how much those little nuisance tasks add up. I'm going to print out the directions and then we'll be off. I'm not sure if we're going to breakfast on leftover sloppy joes or stop on the way.

I have brand new contacts in, so they are very comfortable, but it's hard to see. I don't quite understand why that happens. Probably they will be perfect by this afternoon and then rapidly progress towards itchy. Wierd.

So, I stumbled upstairs last night at around 10:30 PM, and I had been really really tired from about 9:00 PM on. This was not particularly convenient, since apparently [livejournal.com profile] zohra had caffiene in the afternoon and was not tired at all. So, I slept with the light on from 10:30 until whenever she was done reading The Picture of Dorian Gray.

For some stupid reason, I woke up at 1:00 AM, and could not get back to sleep. I laid there flopping over and over until about 2 AM, when I got up, washed my face, and tried again. I think I got back to sleep around 2:30 AM. Suck. The good news is that even time I woke up between 2:30 and 6 AM, I was able to get back to sleep relatively quickly.

For those of you following the pipe-cutter incident, the pipes in question are thin aluminum with a powercoating larger than 1 5/8", perhaps around 1 3/4" or 2" diameter. There are basically two telescoping posts, and I need to trim the outer and inner post for both posts (four cuts). I think they are 84" tall or thereabouts, and I need to probably be in the high 60s-low 70s.

So this morning, the threat level is slightly elevated once again. I love being able to judge the terrorist warning level just by riding the train.

In other news, last night was a debacle of attempted sleep. After getting home from work around 7:15-7:30 PM, I scarfed down dinner (literally over the sink) and then waited for [livejournal.com profile] zohra to get home. We talked and goofed around until about 9:45, then there was insomia until about 11:30. I woke up again several times in the night, but managed to get to sleep after awhile.

Cut to about 4:30 AM. This time has cropped up enough times in the last few weeks that I think someone in the neighborhood must be leaving for work at that time. I wake up, and can't get back to sleep, but I'm making an effort. Sometime later, I hear "beep!" through the semi-sleep fog.

The smoke alarm upstairs picked this morning to finish draining its battery. So I get up, turn on the light take off the detector, pull the battery and set it down. I turn out the light and scurry back to bed, thinking maybe I'll still be able to get some more sleep before the alarm goes off at 6:00 AM.

I lay down, and hear "beep!" yet again. There apparently is enough capacitance in the device to run (beeping every 60-90 seconds) for about twenty minutes. By the time it quits beeping, I am fully awake; it is now 5:25 AM.

So, I managed to get on the 7:06 AM train and should be able to leave here around four unless something comes up. That is some comfort, although with no fighter practice, my usual urgency is changed from "must get home, change, eat, swing stick" to "must get home, relax".

I can't wait for this weekend.

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