Night Owl

I'm used to having a husband around to help me take care of myself. I know that sounds juvenile, but sometimes I forget. I get so wrapped up in reading that I forget to do normal things... like eat or sleep. This week he is starting his job in D.C. and I'm helping the fam out in Chicago, which means my sleeping habits have gone completely, utterly AWOL. Ever since I can remember I've been a night owl. As soon as I could pick up a book, I spent my nights with a flashlight reading until the batteries ran out or I feel asleep mid sentence. Then one day I got married. Just in case you were unaware, married people go to bed by 9:30. My apartment complex was silent by 10:00. Sometimes you'd think I lived in a geriatric ward. I tried to comply to the married-therefore-I-am-now-old-and-boring social rules and go to bed early, but 12:30 was the absolute earliest it ever got. Poor Rory. Rory left two days ago and since then I've read three going on four books, and now that I qualify as married-therefore-I-am-now-old-and-boring I don't even have to use a flashlight:)