Sunday, January 04, 2009
Where's the Coffee?
My eyes are stuck shut. My ears are greasy. There's a copper taste in the back of my throat. After three hours of sleep, I am seriously disoriented.
I believe I am feeling the effects of staying up all night.
Of course, there was coffee last night. I came home from the 80s party at a reasonable hour, fully intending to take a nap, but that didn't happen. Coffee did.
Set out around 4:00 AM to take Brendan to the airport for his 6:00 AM flight, starting his trip back to Iowa.
It was a little foggy when we left. It's OK, I thought. It will be clear in Austin, I thought.
The fog got thicker and thicker. Pea soup doesn't even come close to describing what was lying on the ground like a wet rag as we approached the airport.
We got there. He got his boarding pass. I watched him through security, and thought about staying at the airport a while to see if the fog would go away.
Still, the risk of falling asleep there, while waiting for that to happen proved something of a deterrent, and I headed out to face the fog.
I drove home without incident, and still couldn't sleep. The sun was up before I could lay myself down. Espresso at 3:00 AM is not conducive to sleep-on-demand.
That, and the house is very, very quiet.