Gut Rumbles

July 28, 2003

up at 5:00 AM...again

I don't sleep much.

I remember when I COULD and I DID and I miss the hell out of those days. I took most of my classes in college in the afternoons because I hated to get up early. Oh, man, the bed was my friend back then and I could sleep ALL DAY if I was in the mood. I frequently declared "Wonderful Wednesdays" and cut every class I had just to lay in bed asleep.

I don't do that anymore. I wake up at 4:30 whether I want to or not. I can't go back to sleep. I get up, grab a Mountain Dew and check on the boys asleep on the couch. I see them asleep, with bare feet sticking out from under the covers. They played hard yesterday. I cover them up, tuck those bare feet in and they remain comatose. I go outside to listen to the frogs and the crickets.

I like where I live.

At 0600 every morning, I can hear the freight train let loose that mournful whistle as it roars down the tracks ten miles from here. I like that sound. It carries well in the early sunlight. Mist hangs in the air and you know that by noon it'll be another hot summer day, where sweat drips off your nose and always finds a way to burn your eyes. There's a good chance of rain this evening, because there ALWAYS IS when the weather is like this.

A big, fat toad, bloated from a night of bug-catching hops onto the patio. He looks at me and I look at him. "Good morning, you ugly bastard," I say. He does not reply, but he doesn't hop away, either. The toad and I enjoy the morning together.

I am out of milk and out of eggs. When the boys wake up, we may have to hit McDonald's or the Waffle House for breakfast. They WILL be hungry. Hell, they are ALWAYS hungry. Mr. Toad looks as if he did just fine on his own last night or I would take HIM to the Waffle House, too. Seems like a pretty good toad to me.

It would be really nice to go back to bed and fall asleep right now. But I know that it's not going to happen. It never does anymore.


I'm usually in bed between 12:30 and 1:00am. Up every weekday @ 5:20am & on weekends @ 7:30.

I gotta get more sleep (although, the weekend power naps are saweeeet).

Posted by: Ricky on July 28, 2003 06:09 AM

You too? I always wake up early now. I love it tho, get my coffee, a cigarette (I know, but I'm gonna die someday anyway), and go outside where it's quiet.

I enjoy watching the squirrels and birds, and still relatively cool being only about 75, and watching the sun come up.

And it's quiet...that's the best part...

Posted by: Laura on July 28, 2003 06:54 AM

I've always been a short sleeper -- 3-4 hours a night until I hit 32ish, then five or so. I go to bed at midnight to 0100, and wake at 0500.

And I love it. The pre-dawn time is the best time to relax and get ready for another day.

Posted by: J. Fielek on July 28, 2003 07:48 AM

Me, too - rare is the day I sleep in (til 7!), but I find I love being up early. Call me weird but I still wake up with this anticipation (usually) of wondering what the day will bring. Not always of course, but most of the time. I like the quiet, the time to myself--watch the birds, drink my coffee, contemplate my navel (naval?), read the paper, catch up with emails-- whatever rows my boat, I guess. It has become the best time of the day for me.

Posted by: Cyn on July 28, 2003 09:38 AM

I'm still one of those, "Could sleep all day if you let me" people.

I can't sleep at night. My system wants to be up at night and asleep during the day.

Posted by: serenity on July 28, 2003 09:00 PM
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