What is it about 3 a.m.?
I got 4 hours of sleep on Monday night, so that was not shiny.
Why is it that when I wake at night and can't get back to sleep I always wake at 3 a.m.? What is it about 3 a.m.?
And, David Bowie has a new single! (Watch it below!)
Reading:
In the sleepless morning this fascinating piece from an online series on anxiety from the NYT: opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/12/22/out-with-the-old-anxiety
In the evening, ZandO and I sat together and read for an hour - first draped over furniture in the living room, then with them tucked into their bunks and me in the rocking chair. I remain simultaneously admiring and slightly skeptical of Madeleine's Ghost. Z finished (!!!) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and O is reading The Big Joke Game, which he got for Christmas. It's a book David loved as a child - about a kid who loves practical jokes and gets caught in a land called Limbo, where he has to solve puzzles to survive.
Neither of them wanted to stop reading. I let Z stay up a little late because she was so eager to finish. She is debating whether to go on the Septimus Heap or Percy Jackson next.
Writing:
No. Could have in my wakefulness but I read the Opionator and celebrated David Bowie's birthday instead.
Dinner:
Chicken rarebit from the Monday to Friday Chicken Cookbook by Michelle Urvater, another one "we" got for Christmas. (I gave it to David. It is the third book in Urvater's M-F series. The other two are staples in our kitchen. Urvater deserves to be more widely known that she is. I LOVE THESE BOOKS.) Again, I assigned recipe, and David cooked, because I worked late.
Soundtrack:
Maybe you have heard. To celebrate his 66th birthday, David Bowie announced the impending release of his first album in ten years. Whee! Here's the moody single:
Random thing:
Z is proofreading this over my shoulder.
Why is it that when I wake at night and can't get back to sleep I always wake at 3 a.m.? What is it about 3 a.m.?
And, David Bowie has a new single! (Watch it below!)
Reading:
In the sleepless morning this fascinating piece from an online series on anxiety from the NYT: opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/12/22/out-with-the-old-anxiety
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Neither of them wanted to stop reading. I let Z stay up a little late because she was so eager to finish. She is debating whether to go on the Septimus Heap or Percy Jackson next.Writing:
No. Could have in my wakefulness but I read the Opionator and celebrated David Bowie's birthday instead.
Dinner:
Chicken rarebit from the Monday to Friday Chicken Cookbook by Michelle Urvater, another one "we" got for Christmas. (I gave it to David. It is the third book in Urvater's M-F series. The other two are staples in our kitchen. Urvater deserves to be more widely known that she is. I LOVE THESE BOOKS.) Again, I assigned recipe, and David cooked, because I worked late.
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| more here |
Soundtrack:
Maybe you have heard. To celebrate his 66th birthday, David Bowie announced the impending release of his first album in ten years. Whee! Here's the moody single:
Random thing:
Z is proofreading this over my shoulder.
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