Back in Action

Naomi and I are finally getting back to our normal sleep cycle: Naomi falls asleep a mere hour or so before I'm ready for bed. Naomi is also managing a progressive morning schedule. She started waking up at 3am, then 3:30, then 4, etc. She's now at 7am. Thank god for that.

I had no problems keeping my typical bedtime of around 11:30, but waking up was another matter. Convincing my Urea cycle that I've changed timezones has been an issue. What's more, having to pee so badly in the middle of the night leads to some crazy dreams. I woke up at 2:30 and didn't know where I was. I convinced myself I was in a Jordanian building without bathrooms and went back to bed. Only twenty minutes later when Naomi got up to pee was I set free from my mental prison.

Despite my best efforts, school has started again. Since all of my classes have all the same people it really doesn't feel like I left. It sounds like classes will be both interesting and impossible, so nothing new. Some of our teachers have been resorting to fear tactics pretty early on: "the last student that didn't attend all the lectures died after a piano dropped on his head." Seems a bit desparate. Housewives desparate.

We also began a several day campaign at home to simultaneously fill our house with a fluffy mess and cut our round poodles back into dogs, topiary-style. This has led to some injuries. Last time it was Levie's leg, which we glued closed and then wrapped so tightly her leg filled with edema: Whoops! This time, Freya's tongue was pursuading the scissors to stop the violence and got snipped. She then proceeded to paint the house a rich crimson. The cruel joke was that I had bathed them less than a day ago AND washed the bedding and both of these things needed to be redone. She's healing fine today and back to her sassy self.