N is putting together a new Heroscape “tide pool” setup while I sit on the wicker seat in the dining room. T and S are watching Chuck. M is on the phone with one of her friends. The Marquette/Connecticut game starts in twenty-seven minutes.

And how am I? Exhausted. I’ve been up since midnight. I cruised the net for a while after waking then tried to sleep on the couch, but half-slept, really, until waking at four. Then I creaked up, drank coffee, and hit the gym. After four miles on the treadmill I snuck into Todd’s spin class (for some reason I thought it started at 5:45, but it actually started at 5:30), but my rhythm wasn’t in sync with the class’s, so I only stayed fifteen minutes until cutting out for hoops. An hour later I was upstairs lifting. Oh, I did crunches, too. After breakfast, etc. I decided to stay home and get things done. My brain was a little off from lack of sleep but I know I’m paranoid and dangerous socially when I haven’t slept so keeping to myself was probably a good idea. By nine-thirty I had cleaned the first floor. By eleven I had planned for most of the next week’s worth of classes and gathered some resources from the library website. After a quick lunch I hit the library, Dick’s (new shoes) and Costco. Later I continued my planning, ate some peanut butter and jelly (didn’t I read somewhere that when you haven’t sleep your body thinks it’s hungry?), and picked up the boys from school.

Twenty minutes until the game. Tired. Good night.