The next night we all got to bed by midnight but Nikki was up at 4.00 to go to Houston. She's working on a film set this week and had to get there by 7.00.
Last night I fell asleep with Tobes around 8.00 and woke up at 11.00 and couldn't get back to sleep. Then I heard Mom in the kitchen and got up to talk to her. She has a bad cold and couldn't sleep either. I took my new cookbook back to bed (more on that later) and around 1.00 I heard Dad's cellphone ring. A prisoner had died in Houston (Dad is a Lieutenant for the State Prison Service) and Dad had to leave immediately. I got up and talked to him while he made a bucket of coffee for the two hour drive then put the garage door down for him when he left. About 1.30 there was a knock at the door. He had forgotten his camera (I hate to think what he would be photographing with it) but it was no problem because I was still awake. Around 4.00 I turned off the light and I could hear Mom snoring so I think we all were finally asleep about then, except for Dad who was hopefully wide awake while driving down the highway.
It's always been like this. I remember my sleep habits were seen as quite an oddity when we first moved to England. Amazing how easily I can still revert back to it, even after years of sleeping through the night and getting up in the morning. We take a lot of naps and sleep late when we can at Mom and Dad's house.
And as for Grandma, yesterday she decided to tell me in detail about her most recent operation when they removed an artery from her groin and put it in her neck. The wound in her groin still hasn't healed. She chose to tell me this story while I was eating a bowl of pasta in tomato sauce. I swear it was the pasta that made her think of it.
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