Waking up at 3 PM is normal, right?

Yeah, so I couldn't sleep last night. The LAG has set in. I was up late, back on the couch, catching up on the already-in-the-distant-past "ER" and "Sex in MY City." Finally, my head hits the pillow. For, like, three hours. I wake up, wide, as they say, at kl. 5.00 (klockan fem, as they would say HERE). So, what's a girl to do? I pick up my worn copy of IN COLD BLOOD and start to read myself to sleep.



Oddly, after some rather disturbing pages, it works. Now, the scare-me-to-death-middle-of-the-night newspaper delivery did not arrive today. Thankfully so. So, I was able to catch a few winks. OK, like, TEN MORE HOURS or so. I woke up at THREE O'CLOCK. Holy crap. I immediately get on the phone to my Swedish for Immigrants study center and tell Krister the whole story. He seemed chipper until I told him I had slept the day away and that I wouldn't be coming in for class. At least I was able to say it all in Swedish. THAT should have made him happy. He's not my teacher anyway.

By the time I left the house it was dark.



Midnight blue sky with a bright shining moon in it at 4:00. Took a nice long walk by the boats, replaced my cell phone (which hauled ass out of my pocket on Day One of my NYC trip), got some groceries and returned. I realized that if I didn't leave the house, I would have been inside it for 24 hours and that was just too much for me.



Hope you had a nice day today. It looked beautiful here, but I completely missed it. The days are so darn short. You oversleep a little and you got nothin'. Plunged back into the darkness.

Love ya,
Chris