stirrings

i just had an 8-hour nap. possibly longer, as i can’t remember when i collapsed into bed, but it was definitely before dinnertime, or i would’ve been a good girl and eaten my dinner before crashing. what a strange feeling to stir from sleep and realise the day has vanished. what an exhausting day, and week, it has been.

i can’t remember the last time i was awake at 1am.

it feels strange, and quiet, and cold, though not all that much colder than when i wake early in the mornings. but there’s definitely now an autumnal chill in the air, the sort of crisp, decisive, pervasive cold that isn’t dissipated by sunlight. toes tingling, fingers balled into warm little fists in my pockets as i walk down the street, i can’t help constantly thinking of the warmth that awaits in a little over a month’s time. it’s not the only thing keeping me going, but it is the main one for sure.

happy birthday, daddy. 51 and you’re still the #1 man in my life. i don’t think that’ll ever change, because you’re just that awesome.