I went to bed at 10:15 tonight and at 11:00 finally fell asleep curled around my cramping uterus. Alex came home at 1:15 and accidentally woke me up. (I am repeating the accidentally as a mantra at this point.) I was still awake when he came to bed at 1:30 and we talked - quietly - for a few minutes. He fell asleep at 1:35. Deeply, blissfully asleep. The dog between us, snoring. She, too, is deeply, blissfully asleep. An hour and a half and a disk of Harry Potter later, I gave up and got up.
Standing in the dark house, I developed what I thought was a plan for a soothing, peaceful environment that would allow me to go back to bed before long. Classical music on the radio and a little quilt basting of the T-shirt quilt. (Literally, just the binding to go!) Surely that will ease me back in to sleep. Nope. The basting is done, and I've squared up half the blocks of the baby quilt. Before it occurred to me that perhaps 4:00 in the morning wasn't the time to be cutting on the quilt. That can't be undone with a seam ripper. It is now 4:30 and I have no idea what to do with myself. I am so tired, but definitely not like I can actually sleep.
In half an hour, the morning news will come one and the classical music will be gone.