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The Earley Edition has officially moved to My dot com, that is. Thanks for joining me.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Re move me

Helped Kate move house today, and I'm mowing the lawn tomorrow morning. Sometimes, there just isn't time for life. This is one of those times. Moreso for Kate. She needs more hours than there are in the day to do everything else at the moment, let alone move house, which is why I'm helping more than what might otherwise be required of me as the significant other. After four and five hours sleep in the last two nights, and another five tonight if I'm lucky, the thought of doing anything at all is aggravating. I'm fraying at the edges. It's easy to ride the adrenalin wave when I'm rushing to get everything done, but when you stop - smack. The wall hits.

It happened tonight at 6.45 after a quarter chicken and chips from Red Rooster, eaten on a polished hardwood floor in an empty livingroom. I sat motionless in the middle of the room, eyes glazed over, as my mind contemplated the body's recent lack of sleep, and the inevitable deprivation coming tonight. I vaguely realised the girls were going back to other rooms to keep cleaning as eyes informed my brain, but moving shapes in the distance were discarded as unnecessary information to be considered. Sleep. Kate said something about taking a nap and directed me to the one bare mattress left in the house, on the floor in her room without a pillow. It was the most inviting, deliciously comfortable bed I had ever seen. I fell onto the mattress and, on the floor next to my head, Kate's goldfish Jonah stared at me through the glass of his bowl while madly gulping water.

I was able to get 45 minutes of sleep before having to get up and go to work. Now, however, it's 2.30am and, once again, there are not enough hours in the day.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 4/21/2005 02:20:00 am || || Return to Top