At around midnight tonight, I seized a drowsy opportunity and went to bed; the idea of a dose of more than 5 hours kip appealed at the time. Once I woke up an hour and a half later, I did my best to stay put. Lying in the dark, listening to clanging halyards, wide awake? Hardly.
I have been a nocturnal person for as long as I can remember. Only sailing and exhaustion ever seem to improve my sleeping habits. If it wasn't for the internet and the ocassional interesting movie, I would probably have gone stark raving bonkers by now.
Sleep envy is one of the most difficult things about late night skulking. Watching or hearing the person next to you peacefully snuffling away in a deep slumber can be very unsettling, especially if an early start in the morning looms. Fortunately, I'm usually quite happy to quietly tap away on my keyboard as a means to divert my gaze from the clock and once I have exhausted my thinking cap, will trot back to bed and drift off for whatever remains of the night.
Tomorrow we are going to get away from the rain and wind and do something other than grump about not being able to finish the boat jobs, which is getting quite boring.
Oh, one more thing about tomorrow (far more important than the above).
It's
Pat's five year survival anniversary! Hooray!!!
This rather fab bonsai spaniel is Nelson (look at those paws).
The little box that appeared in the corner of my screen, telling me that my camera is an unrecognisable device is not what I expected when I decided to upload some pictures and creep back onto my bloog. As the Fur is asleep, I made a rare and sensible decision to abandon any efforts to fix (break) it and switched machines. He will be pleased I resisted the temptation to fiddle with the drivers in the morning.
I rediscovered Google Earth on my laptop this evening after wracking my brains in an effort to remember where somewhere was.
