I went for a dash (it was more of a constant battle against gravity. I lost twice) through the woods in the Palisades after work before heading to a vort (engagement party) for a friend of mine. I had to rush to pin up my hair and change between the two and just hoped nobody would notice I was dusty from the shins down (nobody noticed. It was too crowded to see below about chest height and people who haven't seen me for a while (quite a while, apparently) kept edging through the crowd to say "You look amazing! Did you cut your hair? You've done something." Endorphins appear to agree with me). I've only just got back and now I have to get back to work on a commission that's been kicking my butt for an eternity. I never should have accepted it (I didn't want to, but I felt bad for the person who asked) - I have no time! But I want it off my back, so here I sit, working away.
I hope I get some sleep tonight. Last night I lay awake for hours before falling asleep around dawn, only to be woken by my alarm in time for work. I haven't slept this poorly since my brief bout of insomnia back in October. It was strange because I was so tired I fell asleep over a book (I've become accustomed to bound paper as pillow), but I roused myself because I remembered I hadn't yet bentched or counted the Omer. By the time I did those, brushed my teeth, and said my prayers, sleep had flown. Tonight I invite it willingly into my bed and hope it keeps quiet company with me beneath the covers all night long. But first I must work.
Presently Listening To:
Sleep by The Hot Club Of Cowtown
She Only Sleeps By David Byrne
Sleepy Desert By Uncle Earl
Asleep by The Smiths
Always Sleeping by You Army (otherwise known as Josh Altman, a friend of mine)
When It's Sleepy Time Down South by Louis Armstrong
And Parenting 101 by Raymond Beyda
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