I remained awake from earlier than usual – it’s often between 3 and 4 am that leaves me with two or three hours to lie there before dropping off again, but last night it was 2 o’clock when I woke and stayed awake. On waking, first I turn on to my back because my scar hurts, which is what wakes me (not the hip itself, that’s fine). It is soon better, but now I’ve started lying on my side I can’t sleep on my back any more, so I turn again. I really want to lie on my left side, but I don’t know if that’s okay yet.
After a while, when it was apparent I was going to be awake for a while, I fished my phone out from under my pillow and turn it on to check for emails. I read them – sometimes answer a few, but only if the Sage is soundly asleep as the keys tap slightly when typed. I hide under the duvet so that the light doesn’t wake him either. This morning, I didn’t write, but played a few games (the keys don’t tap when I’m playing) of patience and one of draughts and downloaded Angry Birds and played that, and then I read. At present, I’m re-reading Vanity Fair. Reading on the phone is by no means the same as a proper book, but it is all right, and certainly warmer, and has the advantage of not needing a torch.
After half an hour or so, I lay back and let my mind drift. I remembered several emails I needed to send and made mental notes, including what’s to go in the next governors’ agenda. I wondered what I could blog about next. There are various things going on at school, but even when they’re not actually confidential, I can’t really talk about them except in the most general terms. I would like to vent a degree of ire about another matter, but it is about someone and it would be too easy for that person to be identified, so better not mentioned. I’d meant to be gardening again, if only in the greenhouse, but the weather is horrible and I’m staying put indoors as much as possible. I can’t keep talking about dogs. Nor my hip.
There’s nothing to talk about, I concluded. Maybe I could just amuse? I thought about entertaining topics and came up with a couple of thoughts. “I’ll have forgotten those by the time I wake up again,” I reckoned, and indeed I have.
I thought about Mother’s Day, which is this Sunday. In church, they’re very hot on you calling it by its proper name, Mothering Sunday, as Mother’s Day is a commercially-inclined import, but in fact even the churches treat it as a day for making a thing about mothers, so it’s not got its original meaning there either. We’re planning to serve coffee and cakes before the service starts, and I seem to have assured everyone that I’ll make most of the cakes, which was more enthusiastic than wise of me. I keep thinking I could do some baking early, things that improve with keeping, but I don’t seem to have made a start yet.
I’m not sure that winter is really over yet, whatever the calendar shows. I’m still in a comfy state of near-hibernation.