I’m slightly hungover after a couple Friday night shots of Knob Creek. I coughed like a fourteen year old girl after the first one, but I tackled the second like a man. Then I watched the last episode of “Zoey 101” with my kids. Rock and roll.

Yesterday was a long day. My sleeping pattern continued to be messed up, and I’m not exactly sure why. I don’t think stress, at least highly negative stress, is a factor. Allow me to explain. I honestly feel as calm and happy as I have in many years. Perhaps that’s throwing me off, you know? I have to retrain my physical form in its own calm. Winter and the habit of falling asleep early may be factors as well. Anyway, yesterday morning I woke by two and watched “American Pie: Beta House.” The movie bordered on soft-porn but had a few good scenes. I exercised to an “Office” episode and hit the local Alterra a little after 6AM. The Alterra is better than the smaller shop in town when you need to spread your crap out. I didn’t get much done, however, as I was still pretty tired. I answered email and screwed around on the computer for an hour.

When I returned home the boys were almost ready to school. I sent them on their way and channel-surfed on the couch, catching a brief nap in the warm morning sun. C and I met for lunch at Subway. He seems well and I always appreciate the latest school district gossip.

M called while we were eating. I called her back on the way to the office. She told me her MRI results had some inconsistencies. I can’t talk about it now, I guess, in the blog, but we think she’s ok. Still, I had that sick, dangerous feeling that comes along with “I saw something on your MRI.” More on that as it develops. I don’t mean to be cagey, but it’s M’s issue, not mine, and she probably wouldn’t want me writing much about it on the blog.

At work I finished the computer file project and answered a few additional emails. F and I talked for a long time. I sat in on the first twenty minutes of a tech meeting, planning for course integration, then cut out and slipped back into my office. I watered the plants, swept up the dead leaves from the basement vines, and chatted with a student. I picked up dinner at Jimmy Johns and headed home by 4:30.

I finished “Jane Eyre” in the bath after dinner. Man, I loved that book. I didn’t realize Bronte could be so funny. Anyway, while this book felt like two or three different books combined into one, and the narrative style can be somewhat over the top, I still found the book amazing. Bronte was remarkably psychologically insightful.

Ok, more later. M’s watching some stupid, distracting episode of CSI. The boys have basketball later in the morning. The weather is improving.