Not A Creature Was Stirring

I have insomnia.  A few of my European Facebook friends know this, as I greet them at 8:00 am often, their time.  This morning I woke up at 2:30.  I wake up completely alert, ready to go, fully able to complete any task.  I put on a cup of coffee, and begin writing.  I write some of my short stories, my book, or more often than naught, postcards for Postcrossing.

It's not like I go to bed at six or anything like that!  When I tell people I wake up at 2:30, they often ask that. Um, yeah.  I go to bed at six?!  I go to bed at 9:30, and then wake up at 2:30.  It stinks.  I know today I'll need a nap, as it's almost 4:00 am and I haven't fallen back asleep yet.  I usually get up at this time.

Sometimes I do crazy (oh yeah, MausiGal, real crazy!) things like bake.  This is one of my recent creations:

Baked French Toast, complete with praline topping.  Yum, yum, yummie!

I dated someone who also had the odd sleeping hours bug.  That was convenient.  Watching movies at 3:00 am is always fun to do, especially with someone else.

So now I'm debating, at 4:00 am, whether to write more postcards, embark on Mexican Piggy Cookies (where is that piggy cookie cutter from Williams Sonoma that I bought just for this purpose?!), or work on the novel.  Perhaps I could try going back to bed before the supermarket opens at 7am.  But alas, I have just made a cup of coffee.  What a waste that would be!

Avi Kitten is looking to be fed.  He's my morning buddy, always awake when I am.  Thank gosh for companionship, of any kind.