We celebrated my nephew Rowan’s 1st birthday yesterday. Here he is, enjoying his first taste of cake. Some of his cake ended up in his lap, some in his ear, but enough made it into his mouth for him to realize this weren’t no strained carrots and peas.
(here’s where the unrelated stuff comes in)
I am suffering this weird sort of insomnia lately. In the past, my sleep disturbances generally fell into two categories: 1 – I couldn’t fall asleep for hours or 2 – I slept soundly until 4 in the morning and was then awake for the rest of the day. For the past couple of months, I’ve been dealing with intermittent insomnia. I’ll sleep for a couple of hours, then wake up and stay awake for an hour or two, then back to sleep for a bit. Not fun. On the bright side, I’m remembering more of my dreams (though most are fairly odd, even for me), and I’m thinking about a lot of things in the quiet part of the night that I can’t always focus on during the day.
(related to the insomnia)
Early this morning – a little before 5AM as I lay in bed not sleeping – I heard 12 (yes, I counted) gun shots. When we moved away from the Heights (our house half a block from North Main) I thought the middle of the night gunfire was behind us. Damn city dwelling.