Chill

Eldest Son and his Significant Other decided at the last minute to ride up with hubs. Musn't forget ES's therapy dog. The entourage arrived well after my usual bed time. I was too excited at the prospect of company to be sleepy. They arrived carrying bags full of fast food. The SO was more than happy to share her oily steakfingers with me. Turns out, she couldn't even eat the two she kept for herself. Finicky appetites are one of the many things we have in common. Digestive ailments will do that to you. It is best to pay attention.

Of course the late bedtime had no bearing on my pre-dawn wake up. If I am peacefully tired enough, I can go back to sleep after my pre-dawn wake up, but I do believe my circadian rhythms have woken me for every pre-dawn I have lived. Recent days have been restful enough that I am not feeling the shorter sleep this morning. I love being able to dog nap. The 8 contiguous hour sleep schedule sure does put allot of knots in the flow of life. Nature doesn't seem to respect status quos anywhere near as much as human logic does.

The compound is as quiet as the mornings I have spent here alone, but it sure feels different. Now to figure out what Hubs did with my guitar without waking him up. Presumptuos pig! You moved WHAT!!! Bring your own damned guitfiddle.