Sleep

Sleep and His Half Brother Death, 1874

That's a strange painting by John Waterhouse. And how's your sleep these days? In this house it takes two full weeks to get used the daylight savings time change in the morning. For early risers, that first week is ugly and then the "crabby-meter" slowly ticks down again.

Since I'm always complaining about the weather, you know Seattle has been cold and cloudy for months and months. Brilliant sunlight burst into the house at 5 pm yesterday, lighting up a vividly green world through the winter grime on the windows. It also lit up the house dust. It was almost a shock to see that spring really is here. Just hiding behind the clouds.

I think we take ourselves too seriously during our short jaunt on this planet. For example. I always buy bed linens in the off-season because they are discounted, even though it isn't much fun buying flannel in the summer and then tucking it away like a squirrel for the winter. And how much cloth can a woman cram into her little house?

The other day I splurged and bought full-price summer comforter cover from the Company Store. I put it on the bed. There's nothing subtle about these birds, but sleeping under them makes me happier, right now.