I've Got a Knack for Them

But at least this time I had actually earned it. I'd been to the library and browsed the shelves for an hour. Washing my hair before going and then carrying the growing pile of books in my left arm as I browsed and the loaded bag after checkout gave my arms such a workout that holding my soup spoon was a challenge at dinner. My arms felt like something a child had made out of clay.

After dinner I unloaded the book bag and browsed the pages as I got the books and DVD shelved and was contemplating doing a Library Loot post. I went as far as opening a post editor. I don't remember why I set my netbook back over on my desk. I don't even remember doing it. I don't remember laying down. I don't even remember Ed coming to bed.

I woke chilled by the fan at what I first thought must be near dawn since this room has felt like a sauna past 3am the last several nights. But it was not yet 2am.

I suppose calling it a nap is a bit of a misnomer since I had more than 6 hours of sleep. That's better than what I usually call a night's sleep. Though often as not it isn't night when I do.