Tuesday 6AM (to be posted Wednesday)
My third cup of coffee is brewing already. I normally consume only two cups, but when life pries me out of bed at 3 o'clock, I permit myself a third cup. I note in passing that these are closer to actual cups than mugs.
Life is a mystery to me. After two nights with 7 hours of sleep, one of them very close to the magical 8 hours, last night was a beast of a different colour. I couldn't seem to get to sleep for hours, and then I awoke at 3. So, here I am with seemingly only two hours of sleep although I suspect that there was some drowsing during the wakeful earlier hours.
The Belgian Chocolate coffee has brewed. Please excuse me whilst I doctor it with plenty of cream, which is my wont (ie: one's customary behavior in a particular situation).
I am tempted to make myself an egg muffin this morning, but I think we are out of English muffins. Nuking one egg for 45 seconds yields pretty good results. I scramble the egg in a wee bowl and add a little butter and shredded cheese first, before nuking.
. . . time passes . . .
I did go downstairs, thinking of making the egg that I described with a crumpet. There were no crumpets, but Sue had found a new pack of English muffins. Just before grabbing the eggs from the fridge, I recalled that these are farm eggs. As such, they need to be washed before using. While I figure that I have the capability of washing an egg, maybe there is a protocol that I am not familiar with. Besides, who really wants to wash eggs when one is stumbling about groggily in the semi dark? As a result, I am consuming an English muffin with peanut butter.
This is our first batch of farm eggs in quite some time. A fox rampaged our supplier's hen house, and it has taken her months to get new hens back to laying. I assume that the hen house has been well fortified in the meantime.
I usually don't have breakfast until after 9, even when I wake up early, such as at 5 o'clock, and I usually have healthy cereal, be it hot or cold. However, I throw all rules out the window when it is a 3 o'clock morning.
Being a thoughtful sort and Sue being sensitive to light, I don't put the hall light on when I rummage about in the morning. When I head downstairs, I use a portable light. Sometimes, it is the watch; sometimes, it is the phone. This morning I used my little flashlight — a penlight I think you call it. Something like this. →
Believe it or not, I don't think it throws as much light as the phone, but it's close. Who woulda thought, eh? It's definitely better than the watch, but the watch does throw enough light for the purpose of navigating the stairs. I would have used the watch this morning, but it was still in the bedroom on the recharging stand, and I didn't want to go back in there and possibly disturb Sue's slumber.
Maybe I'll cease this stream of consciousness, or rather semi consciousness drivel now and think about how to navigate the rest of the day. I guess my sleep deprivation doesn't really matter since really not much navigating will be required of me on this day..