divine angst

I woke up no fewer than eight times last night, each time in a mild amount of pain because my hips were cramping. I was curled up as tightly as an over-tense adult woman can be because it was cold in my bedroom. Each time I woke, I would reposition myself, only to wake up an hour or so later aching in the hips, and I’d unfold myself again and roll over and try to go back to sleep.

So I’m not at work today. I didn’t even hear the alarm the first time it went off, which is way unusual for me. So I went back to bed, only after adding a blanket, and slept again—this time, waking up every half hour.

Something about being back in a good mood has disrupted my sleep.

To counter this, I am making espresso (yum, stovetop espresso) and plan to dive into the last 75 pages of Book #2. Did I mention that Book #2 is not fiction, is on the subject I would have done a senior thesis on if doing so would have made a difference to my degree (it wouldn’t have without my also being able to read competantly in German or French, which I cannot), and despite starting out in a tone accessible to laymen, has rapidly become very dense? SO interesting, but not reading to be done with the TV on.