The yard was pretty quiet today, save for a flock of sparrows in the tree next to our driveway. The starlings were out in force as well — I saw several flocks sitting on wires around town — and a couple of seagulls crossed I-44 near the river as we were heading to the grocery store this afternoon. We were hoping for rain, but it skipped us and headed south instead.
I’d had an idea I might take the dogs for a walk or go for a long run on the river trail this afternoon, but I ended up taking a nap and didn’t wake up until dusk. I’ve got to sort out my sleep schedule and come up with something workable. Evening assignments put the kibosh on my sleep-until-Ron-gets-home plan, so I’m back to square one (and five hours a night) again.
I’m so tired of being so tired all the time.
Guess I’ll get off of here and try to salvage what’s left of my weekend. If I headed out now, I could probably wrap up my painting project, or at least get a little closer. Finishing that would free me up to call my neon guy and get the rest of the torches up and running at last.
Emily
Red Fork Hippie 
I’ve managed pretty well on 5 hours per night for the past 15 or 20 years. Comes from being a lark and having children who are owls. It was rough for the first 10 years or so, but now that I have the opportunity to sleep 8 hours a night if I want, my body now chooses to function on 5.
I think my trouble is that I was one of your owls. I think we all get a certain number of all-nighters in our lives, and I have long since used up my share and am working on somebody else’s.