A Stab at Sleeping

This page has remained empty until just now, roughly five hours after I awoke—when I began my day with espresso, a banana, and the protein drink I usually mis-label as Essence, instead of calling it by its proper name, Ensure. I had intended to blog during those wee hours, but instead I skimmed depressing news, read posts I had written in another blog at around the time I was closing my business, and otherwise piddled unproductively. Phaedra suggested she was not yet ready for breakfast at such an early hour. But I insisted. After I scooped her up in my arms and deposited her in front of a full bowl of delicious cat food on the laundry room floor, she got the message. My interest in writing has waned in the last five hours, so I think I will take advantage of the situation by taking another stab at sleeping.