My usual routine is to get 4 or 5 solid hours of sleep a night, then lay there till I have to get up to go do whatever it is I'm supposed to go do on any given day.
Or piss like a race horse.
Which ever comes first.
For the past three nights I've been down to three hours of solid sleep a night. This routine has been going on all my life. If not, I may be concerned. But I've got used to it.
By noon, since I was already up for seven hours, I did all those little life things that need to get done and ran out of things to do.
So I went fishing.
I spent more time getting to the fishing spot than I spent actually fishing.
The odd thing about walking a blind curve on a set of railroad tracks is that a train can actually sneak up on you. I don't know how they do that, they just do.
After two of these in an hour, I went home.
As I said, it took me over an hour to get back and forth to the spot I fished. Was worth the walk.
I got home at the same time my wife got home from work. Nurse's aides keep odd hours. We went for a stroll through the woods not far from home, came home and I thought I would shut my eyes for an hour.
Three hours later, I guess I needed the nap. It's very rare that I do that. Now I'll be up all night.
Today's song in my head was driving me nuts. Always liked it, but still. Over 40 years later and it comes out of nowhere.