Deliriumcious

Wah, this week has been busy. So it seems but if you ask me to recount the things I accomplished, I will be hard put to enumerate them even on one hand. It just seems time flew by with more than the usual speed. I have also been having an unusual sleep pattern. Maybe it is a second childhood but it seems these days, I am greedy for sleep. If I can, I will jealousy guard my time in bed, dozing on and off through the night into the late hours of the morning, something I had not allowed myself to do for many years. It was a surprise to me that when I finally pulled myself out of bed yesterday, it was well past the 9th hour of the morning, almost into the 10th. And we were supposed to take a long drive to Half Moon Bay down Highway 1 to Santa Cruz, the girl, the bf and I. Given that they were even later sleepers than I, by the time we set out, it was about the 11th hour.

Yet last night, I could not sleep a wink till almost the 4th hour. Must have been the coffee at 4 pm on the Boardwalk at Santa Cruz. I still have not completely gotten away from the inability to sleep if caffeine is pumped into the system past the noon hour. So I lay in bed and calmly read my Kindle, enjoying the Fool's Errand. And listened to the extremely rare sound of thunder actually rolling through the hills of Tri-Valley in the early hours of the morning. This was the first time since we came, that we actually heard thunder in the Bay Area. It was delicious, bringing the recall of the glorious drum rolls of thunder after lightning after thunder after lightning ad infinitum on the little island called Singapore where thunder and lightning are as commonplace as afternoon showers.

It all fell into place. The dense fog along Highway 1 almost shutting off all views of the crashing waves against the cliffs and beaches as we cruised down to Santa Cruz, the thick blanket of cloud sitting on the ocean further south just waiting for the wind to push it onland and the weather forecast on last night's news about the risks of lightning and thunder on tinder dry foliage. But while it lasted, the thunder sounded like an old friend come a calling and I relished the moments lying sleepless in bed. Ahh...

And so today, we have dinner with Tom and Gill and their wives. But what shall we do before then? Housework calls - but I am on strike this week.