I Sleep Therefore I Am

Sunday was not particularly productive, in the I don't think I was awake for longer than two hours at a time sense. And for most of the afternoon and evening, 10 minutes at a time. I seem to recall Saturday as similar, but not quite so bad. I'm not quite sure why, while I've not been sleeping great, there was no major sleep-fail preceding it. About the only positive was that sort of interrupted sleep seems to be good for me dreaming, or perhaps remembering that I was dreaming. OTOH  not so good for actually remembering what the dream was about. About all I remember is waking up from one and thinking 'wow, that was complex,' before falling asleep again and having no idea what it was complex about when I woke up.

And all of this sleep wasn't great for sleeping through the night. I ended up noodling about on the computer until about 7AM, finally got to sleep at 8AM, slept soundly through my alarm and woke up at 1PM. Hopefully I can do slightly better tonight.

I was finally awake enough this afternoon to trust myself booking my ticket up to my folks for Christmas. Bizarrely (1), the fare was £13.50 (c25%) cheaper than when I checked 10 days ago and that was already lower than some fares I've been charged. Bizarrely (2) I couldn't book my return as the online booking system is claiming there are no fixed fares (specific train) available for the first week of next year. I could book a flexible fare for three times the price, but understandably I'd prefer not to. And bizarrely (3) I got three texted confirmations for my passenger assistance request within 5 minutes. It's normally two, 'we got your request' and 'we've actually looked at it', but this time there was an additional 'we've really definitely actually looked at it' as well. Not sure what was going on there

Bugger, the best laid plans....

I was due an Asda delivery between three and four PM today, and the timing's always a bit iffy (30 minutes early to an hour late), so 1pm-ish I was debating what to do for the afternoon that I could interrupt at need. I decided to start with a soak in a hot bath as I could finish that well before the delivery was due. 2PM-ish I'm in the tub when the phone rings. I ignored the first call, but then it rang again, so it's hop out of the tub, grab a towel and grab the phone time.

"Hi, it's your Asda driver, I'm just around the corner, if you're in can I delivery early?"

On the one hand, aargh, on the other it gets it done with. So I start throwing clothes on.

And when he said "just around the corner," he apparently meant it, he had the first crates stacked outside the door before I managed to get socks on.

So I now have a reasonable variety of food in the house again, even if I still need to find the energy to shelve it (and I've restocked the spirits stash, which was seriously bare).

Sleeping was again a disaster, post 8AM into the arms of Morpheus for the second day running (so I'm working on three hours sleep). But at least I remembered a fragment of today's dream, which seemed to involve me and an accurately portrayed friend (including his rather worrying view of traffic regs as strictly optional) visiting a mashup of several different female friends who was in rehab after a spinal injury and not taking it at all seriously. I'd presume the SCI side came from my symptoms flaring up last week (thankfully they've mostly settled down again), but while being conscious that I'm dreaming is nice, I'd really quite like to get a full night's sleep sometime this week, please?

Oh, and today was the first time I've noticed significant evidence of frost lingering on the roofs even at nearly midday. Clearly it's getting colder.