Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I dread picking up my mother's patterns of sleeping. Since we've been in Colorado I've rarely slept well. You should see the stars. I think it's related to Dinah and the separation required.
If I wake up too bolt alert, (especially after doing code experiments), I try old style go to sleep methods, like counting sheep etc. Thus the picture, from a Sesame St. song.
Sometimes I trudge into weird dream territory, like imagining sloppy frozen desserts trade named "DreamWeaver Ice Cream", with tiny figures from the past waving to me frantically as the Big Spoon stirs them around. Am I responsible for them?
And suddenly it's 4:50 am and surely a good time to get started with things!