Restless

[vaneramos]

Last night I had a strange bit of insomnia. Turning in around 2 for the first time, I was too restless and got up after 15 minutes. Back in bed again at 3:30, I slipped easily into hypnagogic dreams: something about feather boas turning to plumes of air pollution, Nicole Kidman (or Renée Zellweger) in a slinky silver dress, and an entire new language I understood intuitively. Then the chronic winter household allergy tickle started me coughing, and I had to get up a second time to do something. I swear I'm becoming addicted to Halls: about one pack a day. I finally knocked off around 4:30.

Getting up at the usual 7:30, I was too tired to drive to Lindsay. After calling Marian to push back my ETA, I went back to bed for the first time since July and slept another 90 minutes. My sleep routine has been disjointed the past week or so. I hope it corrects itself soon. I can usually count on the mirtazapine to kick in sooner, and start regulating.

I picked Marian up this afternoon at 2. We had lots to talk about, and my first iTunes compilation to listen to, dance music from Diana Ross to Darude, everything in between, with a strong emphasis on 1983 and the late 90s.

Now we're down in Toronto for the weekend. After dinner at Danny and Bill's we headed to the same Second Cup on Queen Street where I spent a Friday evening with ghostsandrobots several weeks ago. She took her laptop, I a notebook and some reading to make a start on Voices of the Chorus. We just sat there together working for two hours, an excellent evening.

Tomorrow evening I'm taking Marian and Danny on an early birthday treat for both of them, but the destination is a surprise to Danny.

Now I need to settle down and catch up on rest beside my sleepy-charm cub.