1 I love that I have no idea how to control when I sleep and when I wake up.
2 It has varied over the years.
3 The most consistent thing about it is its inconsistency.
4 For me, sleep occurs five two six hours at various times in any twenty-four hour period. No rhyme nor reason when.
5 Sleep gets interrupted, viewed, screwed and blue-suede shoed. It ends at 5:30 in the morning. That's when sleep lays itself to rest.
6 That's when the dog decides it's over.
7 At that point all bets are off. First loud yap. It's more a snap now. It used to be a bark. It follows with a jingling head-shake.
8 Phoebe rules the roost in the a.m.
9 The rest of it?
10 You could go back through ancient DN's buried somewhere in the dusty hills of Xanga and possibly trace the different strategies I have brought to this thing called sleep.
11 I don't know that I am ever completely knocked out. I am and have been a self-anointed insomniac. I thrive on this.
12 Yesterday I found myself sleepy entering the freeway on the way home from work.
13 Not a good place for that.
14 I was careful, I'll tell you that much.
15 Coming off the freeway in a groggy state doesn't work. I made sure I was wide awake.
16 By the time I reached my driveway I was into a deep slumber.
17 Hey it was only the last block or two. Calm down.
18 Anybody lookin'? <tongue planted firlmly>
19 I got home, fed Phoebes, threw down some Goldfish and Crystal Light, and hopped on the couch.
20 Fortunately I had found a really interesting talk show about the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. assassination.
21 It was an old show, 45 minutes a segment, just enough time to nod off for a bit.
22 This was around four in the afternoon.
23 I crawled under a warm comforter and drifted off to Cold Case Land.
24 I woke up two hours later. The living room had turned dark, and cold. I allow Phoebe in-and-out privileges.
25 The wonderful part was that for that brief second on awakening, I thought it was morning.
26 Ah, Grogginess!
27 I felt like the bad side of Eugene O' Neill.
28 I put on my glasses and glanced over the tops of the rims.
29 Same day.
30 I yawned around six-thousand times.
31 Cold Case research does that to a fellow.
32 Knowing it was early evening didn't make it any easier.
33 I now HAD plenty of rest, but still felt grogged and gone.
34 For the record I don't drink or take any drugs.
35 Whooooops.
36 I have of late taken to casual lattes and fraps.
37 Haven't reached critical mass quite yet.
38 I decided to hop over to the supermarket for two things. Puppy biscuits and overshoes, I think. Or was it overshoes and puppy biscuits?
39 Didn't matter. Instead of writing myself a note I had decided to challenge my memory.
40 You don't use it you lose it, right?
41 Lose what?
42 Anybody lookin'?
43 Whatever it was I needed I'm sure I got it.
44 I have no idea where I put it though.
45 Yeesh.
46 It has been fun though, hunting down the scoundrels who killed King.
47 Turns out a lot of the same guys probably were in on the JFK and RFK murders. Doesn't surprise me.
48 Honestly. The talk show rained around six or seven names at me, several of whom traveled through my JFK research.
49 Makes sense.
50 It's going to take me around six months to go through the names and to check resources.
51 I sure wish someone would just subpoena these guys, find some John Wayne good guy, round 'em up and throw 'em in jail.
52 Monsters and thugs.
53 God there was a special on Custer last night, right while I was writing this all up.
54 My nerdiness found me awaiting a PBS special on J.D. Salinger.
55 Aren't English teachers exciting?
56 Ah, let us have our fun. I got to watch Custer's Last Stand, and THEN I got Salinger.
57 That and the King stuff makes a trifecta.
58 I'd let you know how it all turns out. If I remember. That's a big "if."
59 I now go in.
60 Time to make a difference.
61 You laugh.
62 Have a GREAT day.
63 Fly low.
64 See you again.
65 Peace.
~H~
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