I wanted to write a lot tonight, but we got home around 9:30 and opted to have a cup of tea -- I tried the gingerbread, and found it quite pleasant in aroma and taste -- while we watched an episode of Babylon 5. By the time that was over the time was 10:30, and when I was done with my evening routine in the bathroom the clock read 10:45. I laid down for a while and was soon to discover that I am suffering from a mild bout of insomnia, something that hasn't happened to me in quite a while. So, until I finally do get sleepy, I'm staying online and talking with
My eyes keep getting drawn to the clock while I'm sitting here at my desk. Each time I look at it I perform a bit of arithmatic in my head, indulging in a sort of habit I've acquired over the last few months. What I do is take the time it is here and add eight hours to it (eight hours when we're on CST, seven hours when we're on that ridiculous CDT). Once I have that figure I know exactly what time it is for her, and I find myself wondering what is going on at that moment. Breakfast? A lap at the pool? Driving to work? Sometimes I wonder if she has ever done the same thing.
Like I said, lots of introspection tonight. It's not bad or good -- it just is. I actually welcome it as I'm not sure when the last time was that I just sat down and did any soul-searching. Sometimes it's hard to take the time out to be truthful with myself, but when I can't sleep there is very little else for me to do and it comes more easily. Perhaps insomnia is a natural way to induce honesty with oneself.
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