I went to bed early yesterday -- by which I mean that I sat down on the side of the bed about six, laid back and went out, just gone, no dreams no nothing, crosswise on the bed and on top of the covers. Woke up an hour later, sat up and said, "Wow! Was I ever asleep."
From down hall, I heard Tamara, "You were snoring."
"Sort of pre-snoring, anyway."
So I thought, What the heck? and went to bed.
We'd had a busy day and spent the afternoon visiting Indy Reads Books, a used bookstore/charity that runs literacy programs, followed by a late lunch or early supper at the Massachusetts Avenue Yats.
The return had called for a seven-mile drive in rush-hour traffic, which is not one of my strengths. The preparatory work for the Red Line bus route has College Avenue narrowed to one lane as it enters SoBro and -- of course -- even after weeks of this, it's all a terrific surprise to many drivers and there's a frantic merging right before the enormous, illuminated, blinking arrows that follow a succession of bright-orange "LANE ENDS" warning signs. So I had some reason to be tired.
I woke up around midnight and did some more critiquing for my writing class, neither of them especially easy, though for different reasons.
The literary work took until three; I fell asleep again, woke up from a vaguely detective-story nightmare probably influenced by reading Dashiell Hammett's The Thin Man and rough novelizations of the next two films. The general storyline and characters were all very familiar, as if the dream was the latest installment of a long-running series.
Read a little and drifted off, to wake again much later, from a worse nightmare, one of those "something's gone badly wrong at work" types. Man, that'll get me out of bed and back into the real world!
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