Earthquake, anyone? I have a few to spare around here…
Yes, last night was all over sleepless. For the second night in a row I woke up at 12:59 a.m. Why?
No seriously, I want to know – why?
I was arguing with my brain about going back to sleep, when at 1:07 a.m., I heard (or felt? not sure) this distant weirdness, as if something were coming. You know how you hear something in the distance and you instantly become alert to look for whatever it is? That’s what it felt like. I stopped arguing with my brain to pay attention to it, but in about half a second, it turned into a rattle and jolt.
Scared me silly, for some reason, but after I crawled back into my skin, I laughed with Rick about it, and we settled back – he to sleep, me to resume arguing with my brain. The quake was not more than a 3-pointer… a simple shrug-off.
Until the next jolt. I didn’t time them, but sometime during the next 45 minutes or so, we had three more earthquakes. All of them were teeny grumbles in the 2-3 range. But ya know? That sort of thing can really rattle your cage, so to speak. I wasn’t going to sleep anyway, but poor Rick could have had a chance. In fact, once the world around us settled down, he did go back to sleep.
Me? Not so much. After a few hours, my legs started their own shaking pattern. Restless legs – again. It’s been almost two years since I had such a bad attack at night. I was NOT happy about it! Friggin’, freakin’ legs… get out of bed… grumble, gripe…
So at 4:30, I’m pacing around the living room. Just after five, I grab a blanket and throw myself on couch. I’m cold! Sleep comes eventually and I stay there until 8:20.
I better sleep tonight. That’s all I gotta say.