Nighty Night?

Good Lord.

Ever since I've been working out regularly, I've been sleeping beautifully--except when the neighbors are obnoxious, that is. Tonight, it's pretty quiet. A little bit of booming bass way off in the distance and for some reason, the people upstairs feel the need to run their wall unit A/C when it's cool and lovely outside at midnight. But nothing to keep me awake.

And yet, here I am, at 4:20 in the morning, wide awake and blogging. Playing Lexulous (fake Scrabble) on Facebook and reading the thousands of inane questions people are submitting for Tom, the lead singer of Keane, on the band's web site. He'll answer some of the best ones in an interview on Monday.

I doubt he's going to answer the one from a gal in Kent asking why he's so beautiful and talented and wonderful and unobtainable, but maybe he'll answer mine about whether or not he's ever planning on writing another song or two for Keane (he's done one that I know of that's actually been released).

I gave up at about 3:00, when my stomach started rumbling. I've had a couple pieces of turkey sausage and brushed my teeth again. I'm a little sleepy but know that I'm not quite ready to sleep. Suppose I can read for a bit and see if that lulls me into dreamland.

I had thought about driving up to Angel's Camp and Murphys (no apostrophe) tomorrow, but I think that's going to be a no-go. Maybe one day next week.

Okay, I'm starting to yawn with greater frequency. Time to go back to bed and see if I can sleep as well as Millie currently is, curled up on my hard drive between the kitchen counter and my computer hutch, tail hanging down and back feet braced against the counter as though locking herself in place. Harley is passed out on the carpet behind me. I envy them their ability to sleep anywhere, anytime, curled into the oddest positions.

When I get up, they'll sleepily look up from their naps, and within two minutes of shutting the computer down and climbing into bed, they'll both be in my room with me.

With that, good night.