Friday, January 06, 2006

Up at night

Something's got the neighborhood up...last night I kicked and tossed, waking myself with a furrowed brow and an aching jaw. I looked over and Lou was up, dim lights in his study, and the Monks' light was on (calling someone home, no doubt). Crisfield couldn't contain three sharp barks at something walking the streets at 3:45am.

No sleep for me, the flannel sheets sweat-damp, the wind-whipped chimes banging the house every fourth sweep, and the purring cat loud, furry, and annoying. I read and read, ate a pear, and the world became comfortable again sometime after five.

Which makes my waking this morning harder than usual - I got to the bus with only a few minutes to spare, my face still creased and red.