I woke up around two this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. This is not a new thing for me, as you may recall. Which doesn't make it any less annoying when it happens.
I was consumed this time by such engrossing thoughts as where will the Chioggia pumpkins go in the garden . . . and what should I wear under those awesome white pants I just bought so the pockets don't show up so much . . . and where the hell are we going to store the 100 bales of hay A. is supposed to pick up today . . . and damn I wish I had done the dishes last night because I hate waking up to piles of dirty dishes in the morning . . . and I really hope Cubby's diaper rash problem that showed up so quickly goes away just as quickly . . . andandandandand.
All essential things to be pondering at two in the morning, obviously.
I gave up on sleeping at four and got out of bed. Then I did the dishes, so at least that was one worry I can dump out of my crazy, over-active brain.
I suspect I will not be feeling very spry around, oh, four o'clock this afternoon. But at least the dishes are done. Yay?