I opened up the New York Times this afternoon to skim through and fell sound asleep. My sister Charity called me at 6:30 and startled me awake. I was so groggy it took me at least five minutes to realize that it wasn't the next morning and I hadn't slept round the clock. My sister is an extremely early riser, that is what tipped me off to my confusion. At 6:30 am she would have been at work for a couple of hours already. Mom is coming home soon, maybe next week. I will be so glad to have her home.

I woke up this morning on the couch, warm but uncomfortable. I have to sleep on it again tonight. Oh dear! I am so grateful for the lengthning days. I used to enjoy winter very much, I wish I still did. I cannot think in this cold.

It is icy in my room tonight. I have a little portable heater going full blast and it is not keeping up. I think I will have to move into the main part ot the house and sleep on the couch. It has been a very long day today.

Rosary on Torn Paper

Mama,
your funny squishy
laughing face.
It's in my dreams
It's in my heart.
"Praise the Lord"
you exclaim.
Your fingers
dance and twist
round and round
the real rose petal beads
of your special
Mexican rosary.
"Praise the Lord, child"
"Praise the Lord in all his Glory!"

I vowed that I was going to go to bed early(as in evening not a.m.) tonight. I screwed up though and started reading some of my textbooks. It is nerdy to admit it perhaps but I enjoy quite a few of my texts. It makes sense I guess since most of my classes are in my major (mass communications) and now that I am seeing some of the things I thought about for years coming to fruition and solidifying into plans, It get's stimulating. I am a nightowl though in a daytime world; I should be trying to bore myself to sleep,not the opposite. To sleep, to sleep,to gestate...