Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Happy Halloween.

We're off the The Sedgwick
to see Nosferatu
Over and out.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

It's 5 am on Saturday,

and I'm wide awake.
I have a series of experiments going on at school, and we have a grant due Nov. 1, so for the past few days I have been popping awake at 4:30 or 5 am wondering whether I should have calculated the number of cells before I put them in culture or whether I should test the hemoglobin assay before I run real samples or how I can remove the adherent cells or...............
Normally I sleep like the dead - I don't move, I don't make any noise, and I generally sleep so deeply that I don't remember dreaming about anything. I am becoming more and more like my Mom in that I requre a good 9 hours per night. But if my sleep pattern is disrupted for some reason, that's when anxiety makes it's appearance. I'm not saying I don't get stressed out during the day, I do, but non-specific worry shows up immediately if I awaken when I shouldn't. I think it just sits around, somewhere in my lower stomach area, and waits for 5 am to roll around when there isn't anyone else to talk to.
I was talking with my Mom and Dad last weekend about what they do to fall asleep again. My Mom is a counter, concentrating slowly and carefully on each individual number. My Dad imagines a blank sheet of paper, which must be so boring that eventually it puts him back to sleep. For some reason, I've always typed: if my thoughts are racing, I will attempt to slow things down by typing.the.thoughts.out.in.my.mind. in a stream-of-consciousness sort of way. Sometimes I type out the title "The Things that I hear" and then type out a list:
R. snoring
crinkly sound of my head on the pillow
refrigerator noises
and so on.
When I was in high school and undergrad I used to work in a doctor's office, and I filed a lot of patient charts. Back then I would think of a patient whose last name started with A, type that out, move on to a last name starting with B, etc. I don't remember ever making it past R or maybe S.
(In case you're wondering, my mind is typing not on a computer keyboard, but on an old fashioned typewriter).
What do you do to fall asleep again?
What are your techniques for drifting back to sleep?

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Bring on fall, please

We made it home to my parents' house for the weekend and enjoyed some seriously fall weather: sunny, but crisp.

On the way back to Philadelphia we stopped and bought a bunch of pumpkins at a roadside stand, which I believe are "acceptable" seasonal decor. I'm not all that into Halloween; trying to think of an original costume is stressful and tasteful decorations can be hard to pull off: I've seen way too many of those bat-filled plastic yard globes (do you know what I'm talking about?)
That said, I want to try and create something like this
But maybe the spiral pumpkin is a more realistic goal.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

11 years 9 mos, adjusted

Our (one year) anniversary is today.

For two people in their early thirties, R. and I have known each other for a relatively long time. Our relationship, from 1995 to about 2001, was not always "easy." We hit lots of bumps along the way. But the 2001-2006 version of us rarely requires maintenance; we have settled into an easy pattern, one that is nearly effortless. Happy anniversary, R. I adore you!

Photo by D. Schoenewolf

Friday, October 06, 2006

This end up

This morning I actually remembered to remove the remains of our wedding cake from the freezer, in preparation for our anniversary this weekend. We'll see if it's edible...