oh dear...it is Saturday - I will be at a cast call for the play I'm directing - Anyone of Us -this June. And I am not up and chipper. I'm tired because dear reader - I didn't sleep last night! So many nights I don't sleep. If I'm not going to fall immediately to sleep then before (and this is very important) before I get out of my mind upset with the snore machine and imagine sticking things in his dear eyeballs - I must get out of bed - and at this point he wakes and says something like "mfwha?" which I take to mean "you're leaving me here alone in the good bed and going downstairs to sleep alone in the basement when I love you so much and feel so bad but oh...I appear to be asleep again?..." And if I have gone BEFORE I get upset (homicidal actually) then I might read a bit or sometimes I'll even have hot chocolate and a wee snack so that I feel like I'm actually quite a LUCKY gal getting to read my novel and so on, then I'll drift off to sleep. BUT if I wait too long wanting to stay in the nice cozy bed with the man I waited fifty years to find and trying to fall asleep in the mere moments between earth shaking snores but being jerked into consciousness again and again until I am ...well crazed...then I cannot go to sleep downstairs but read and turn off the light and then wake again and again in bad dreams and dark imaginings (thank you Susanne!) and try reading and so on until the light comes up and I hear my dearest one making coffee and cleaning up the kitchen. And it is an entirely different experience.
Talk to you all later.