the lunatic is [not] on the grass
After the dress rehearsal for the somewhat half-assed children’s program for Christmas Eve mass last night, while Colleen got the kids to bed, I ran out to the store and picked up some gift bags (nobody really wants to see a present that I wrapped), then we got to the business of wrapping the presents. That about did it for our evening, except for convincing the baby that it was bed time, too. Not at all bad.
For whatever reason, though, I slept like crap last night. I was not the only one, apparently. I walked out of the bedroom at 4am to Find Colleen sitting at the computer checking up on the mommy boards.
I think it had to do with the full moon and clear skies last night. The ambient light just wasn’t right. Unsettling. I have vague recollections of little snippets of dreams from one of my several twenty minute sleep periods of being in a room where the windows were dark, but the walls were glowing.
And for the record: No, drugs were not involved.
