'Tis Wicked Tired I Am...

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I think that I have forgotten how to sleep. Is this another "age thing" that people (older people anyway) have been telling me about for years? Have I become one of my grandsires? Abed before 7 PM, awakening with the sun? (Which in winter isn't bad, but now? Dang, I don't want to be up at 6 AM, even if my alarm clock insists.)

Getting my brain to shut off is part of the problem. I like to think about things, not important things mind you, just, ya know, things. But in reality it's not getting to sleep that is the issue. It's staying asleep.

Wednesday morning at around 0400 local, I was awakened by what seemed to be a waterfall pounding down upon the roof of the manse. Now, I'm not worried about the roof leaking as it is less than a year since we had it redone and it has, so far, withstood sustained winds in the 40s with gusts up to 60 mph. The roof just shrugs that off. (When we had the roof done the first time, back in 2003, the first wind storm, some two weeks later, saw rather a large number of roofing shingles scattered about the grounds.)

At any rate, the roof leaking was not my primary concern, rather, it was the noise of the rain pounding down on the roof as well as the northern and western sides of the house. It was awfully damned noisy, yes it was. Woke me up it did.

I am often awake at 0400 in the morning (that's 4 AM to you civilian folk), not that that's the time I get up to get ready for work, rather it's one of two "calls of nature" I need to respond to every night. But on those occasions I just go back to bed, sometimes I actually go back to sleep. (Yes, there are those days where I toss and turn a bit before deciding that further sleep is futile, so I go surf the 'Net. Quietly so as not to awaken The Missus Herself.)

Whereas the roof leaking isn't a concern, the basement taking on water is another thing altogether. It has happened thrice in 20 years, not a common occurrence but a possibility. So I had to go check, basement dry. No water in the house, other than in the cats' water bowl, so back to bed I went. To toss fitfully until about a quarter to six - might as well get up.

So I did.

It was a long day, a tiresome day, but I powered through it. No controlled flight into my computer monitor by my head, though it got dicey a couple of times. But hey, I got through it. The weekend ain't that far off, in fact it's well over the horizon.

While thinking about what to write. I started to go with an historical post, then realized that those take a bit of research, a bit of reading, then and only then can I start actually writing something. Sounds a lot like work, far too much work for my tired brain to accomplish last night. Besides which I wandered off to read this old post of mine. Still gets hits from time to time, at least one yesterday. I guess the title draws in those folks interested in the proto-Romantic movement in German literature and music that occurred between the late 1760s and early 1780s.

I get a lot of that...

After chasing the Sturm und Drang post down and reading that, I saw this one, read that as well. Next thing you know, it's dinner time (last night) and far too late for coherent thought. (For crying out loud! It's only 8 o'clock in the evening, such a codger I'm becoming.)

Until next time, I bid thee adieu.

Hey, Cap'n! Sometimes I post music...

I saw them do that song live at Saratoga. Not long after Burgoyne's defeat there...