Maybe Tomorrow I'll Sleep Late

Jeepers, I was wide awake at 3:00AM today. I tried to fall back to sleep for a half hour, but it was no good.  So I got up and had a lovely small cup of my regular tea, Tetley British Blend (round teabag).  Yum.  Usually I drink from a huge mug with two teabags, but I figured I had better start small after not having any caffeine for four days.

Maybe tomorrow I will be able to sleep late.  Not the most fabulous plan for a Monday morning, a working day, but it's what I've got.  By tomorrow, the Decadron will have worn off. The thing is, I didn't want to take any Ambien to sleep this weekend. So I have been waking up early like this.  Waking up early won't kill ya.

Waking up early, puttering around the kitchen, making little clattering noises, and rousing your husband might get ya in trouble though  ;^)  which is why I am tucked away in my office.

Yesterday I dragged myself around the short loop with Lou and Sam, and then I went to sleep for almost two hours. Ridiculous!  Then we went out to lunch at Sushi Thai in Cary. Total perfect yummification. Then we went to Macy's and I returned my brand-new, expensive, dripping Rowenta iron and replaced it with a brand-new, less-expensive, non-dripping Rowenta iron. I started ironing practically the minute I got home, so I am sure it does not drip water at all. I ironed six shirts and then had to stop because I was tired.  Basically, I spent the rest of the day watching NetFlix Miss Marple movies and waiting for my zombie exhaustion to make me fall asleep again (but it never happened).

I took only one anti-nausea pill yesterday. So basically I was just easily tired.  That is not bad at all!  My cold and cough are almost gone, too, which is good because I have two days of antibiotics left.

I finally finished the three Stieg Larrson novels. They were excellent, but they took concentration (although maybe that is the chemo talking).  Thanks to the lady who warned me that I needed to have the third book in hand before I even started reading the second book.  She was right.  I had to go from the end of book 2 right into book 3 without a break.

This morning I started the next Jack Reacher novel by Lee Child, One Shot.  I am getting bummed about how quickly I am working my way through these novels.  When my Mom first got me hooked by sending me the first in the series, Killing Floor, I was so psyched that there were like 14 to go. It seemed like that number of novels ought to keep me entertained for awhile. But I have been flying through them.  Lee Child is excellent at keeping the reader hooked.  I haven't stayed up late into the night reading like this in years. I usually put my book down early enough to get a good night's sleep.  "Got to go to work tomorrow," I think.  But not when I am reading Jack Reacher. I have stayed up way to long because I couldn't wait to see what happened next. I just checked the list, and because I read a couple out of order [gasp] I only have three to go.  Argh.  I just hope Lee Child is busy writing number 15...

Do you think it's funny that I love these Jack Reacher novels as much as I love the Precious Ramotswe novels?  Opposite ends of the spectrum in crime novels, for sure.