I am exhausted today. My eyelids are dragging to the ground. Sunday morning, about 2AM or so, I woke up and could not sleep again. After a bit, I went downstairs to sleep on the couch so I wouldn't toss and turn Rob awake. Downstairs, I still could not sleep. I read. The Sunday paper was delivered. I fretted. Finally at 4:30, I put on the coffee. Might as well be caffeinated if I were going to stay awake.

I did take a nap yesterday but it was one of those deep, three-hour-long ones that leaves one more groggy than refreshed. Last night, Rob and I went to bed early to watch those Discovery channel shows about forensics; we find them fascinating. However, I was wide awake and couldn't sleep again. When I did sleep, my dreams were dark and of the sort where I wanted to awaken but my eyelids would not move. Today, I am dragging. I feel heavy, ponderous, thick. Bleech.

It is nice to see a note from Suz this morning. :-)

I cleaned out the spare room yesterday, vacuuming up the dust of a room that's been sacred to holiday wrapping paper for two months. I pulled apart the futon and vacuumed up both sides of it. Chris likes to sleep in that room, but he's allergic to Mittens and the concentration of Mittens' hair in the room (this is where Mittens convalesced after busting open his paw) would have been overwhelming. The sheets and blankets normally on the futon need to be washed though. I ran out of energy to get that completed but at least the room is relatively clean again.

I joke about it being part of my obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I really do get agitated when a room is disordered for too long. By nature, I am cluttery so I try to organize myself so that the clutter can be somewhat hidden/controlled. Some days, all I want to do is come home and sit at the dining room table and look around and admire how tidy the place is. During the holidays, tidiness sort of goes out the window so my goal is to get it back again.