I am not quite sure how many first sentences of this post I wrote before I got to this "I'm not sure how many first sentences" sentence. That may be an example of what kind of day I had, what kind of sleep deprivation I am experiencing, and that it's clear I need to immediately go to bed.
Ben was out of town yesterday on the coast fishing for some rainbow trout with his Dad and whenever he's gone I don't sleep very well. When I do get to bed, I rejoice in the freedom of a full bed to stretch out on, but it takes me ages. I watched two British romantic comedies last night until about an hour past my bedtime, laid in bed petting my cat for ages, and then woke up repeatedly all night worried about night intruders. I don't know what it is about pets and their freak-out stage of the night, but at 11 p.m. Archer wants to race around the house, freak out at windows, have me chase him, and pretend there's an intruder coming in by acting terrified around the dark stairs. Every single time I got him settled down and cuddled up, he'd shift his ears up, stand alert and slink out into the hall after whatever was spooking him. It in turn spooked me and I spent a good portion of the night defending myself with a pillow against nothing but the sound of rain and my cat's crazy-hour.
Needless to say, I'm tired out and thrilled to have Ben home. With him around, the cat seems calmer, the intruders seem less likely and I can just go to bed and leave he and Archer to deal with whatever evil's lurking about the dark corners of the house.
Hope you're enjoying the Feast-free day but in case you're missing my food madness, there's a final recap coming tomorrow! Stay tuned!