Fits and Starts

I can't seem to recover my sleep patterns. Most any pattern, actually.

I slept 16 hours the first night home, but I think that was because I had been up for 25 hours and I also took a sleeping pill. Then last night and the night before I have only slept about 4 or 5 hours. I keep popping wide awake sometime in the five am hour.

Also, my eating habits are all wacky. I realized that on Wed I never ate anything. I had two tacos at about 4 in the afternoon on Tues and didn't eat again until breakfast Thursday. Then, I only had one meal after breakfast yesterday, and I had to force myself to eat that one, because I wasnt hungry, but I thought I had better eat something.

Trying to get back to sleep earlier, I just layed in bed and thought. I'm getting mentally prepared for tonight's show, which I think will be fun. Also, I'm gearing up again for the sketch run off. I have rehearsal for that tomorrow.

As I layed, my cat would snuggle with me. He has been so loving, a sign that he missed me. He never leaves my side, and sleeps with me all night long. With his warm body curled up on my arm, I sat listening to the peaceful sounds of morning. The occasional car going by, the birds chirping, the odd snore from the other bedroom. I felt tremendous love for my cat. I've had him ten years now, and recently his presence has been comforting. Also, I appreciate him more this summer, what with recent events.

It did get me to thinking about Kip. I remember how he would snore when he was asleep. He was a deeper sleeper than O. You could move about in the bed, and he wouldn't wake up. I would shift, and curl up so my head was right against his little pumping lungs, and just listen to him snore in that high pitched way of his.

I miss that.

Now, I sit here waiting for the day to begin, and getting hungry. Maybe my body will get back on track today. Who knows.