bktheirregular | Murphy's law of sleep

I've spent the last three months pretty much at loose ends, at the mercy of international bureaucrats, waiting either for someone to file paperwork, or for a deadline to pass. Could lead to bad habits: staying up late, sleeping late. Oddly, at least in the last couple of weeks, it didn't. Maybe because I was spending so much time digging in the library.

So last night, in preparation for today, when I had a class down in the old City at nine in the morning, I went to bed early, and what happened?

Sleep never came. Of course. I was awake until well past two in the morning, with an alarm set to go off at six-thirty.

So I struggled awake. I was in motion a little before seven-thirty, thinking that I could tend to the call of nature, plus shave and brush my teeth, and be out the door in fifteen minutes.

Except that my brother was taking a leisurely shower, denying me access to my shaver and my toothbrush. Very leisurely. I couldn't get into the bathroom until well past eight o'clock. This, with a nine o'clock deadline something like eighty blocks downtown, through a mass-transit hub that had been knocked off the grid two days ago.

I cannot account for the fact that I actually made it to the bar continuing education class on time.