Happy Halloween.

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

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?

how sleep works

I am usually a "foetus"

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.

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

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...