Sleep Can Be a Real Evasive Jerk Sometimes Ya Know?

When I was younger, I lived for a few years with my Grandmother. God, I loved that woman, even though she was difficult at times. But honestly, difficulty is the least of my worries far more often than not. These days I'm definitely team Let's Be Difficult As Often As Possible. I even named my Apple Watch after her because dammit if she doesn't still remind me to get up and go outside. 

(AND NO, GRAMMARLY, DO NOT RESTRUCTURE MY SENTENCES. I WANT IT TO BE THAT WAY. YOU CAN FIX SPELLING OR OBVIOUS SYNTAX ERRORS! NO STYLE CHANGES)!!!!

Okay. Sorry. Grammar argument with AI tone police.  Anyway. Back to my point. In the days she lived with us in Florida, back when my mom finally got her sh*t together enough to buy a house (and really, it wouldn't have happened without Grandma), my Grandma would get up Hella early. The kitchen was just off my bedroom, where I slept with the window open most of the time to the sound of the neighbor's backyard roosters clucking and screaming their "raise the sun" magic. 

Grandma would get up at 6 AM on a regular day and putter around in the kitchen. The cats would harass her, and she would call them "a bunch of beggars" and feed them affectionately anyway. 

And I would lie in bed, secure in the fact that she was there, and I'd need to get up and get ready for school (this is when I had finally figured out how to start college, thank you, Pell Grants). Only about a year before the hubster & I decided to go ahead and get hitched, & everything changed. 

That's a rambly way of saying now that I'm 55, sometimes mornings start ridiculously early because I start thinking of all the things I really need to do, and lying in bed with that process and sleep will not come back. Those frikkin' sheep evade me, and the hubster sleeping happily on his side of the bed just makes me want to poke him and say "you awake?" so he'll make me coffee. 

Submits as evidence: today, on a Sunday (which happens to be the hubster's birthday, so I need to figure out what we're doing for that), I am up dumb early. I woke up at like 5 something. I have papers to grade, and stuff to do, and I probably should exercise, and I am thinking of past things that I should do something about, but not 'til I have time to think, and yet, I am up at 5, thinking anyway, and yeah. "You Sheep Get Off My Lawn!" 

And it makes me wish I could call my Grandma, because you know she'd be up.