I've had my 5 hours... (well, almost. I woke up at 3:30am-ish to the smell of smoke and had to spend 10 or 15 minutes determining that it was coming from outside and all the walls of my apartment were cool. Sometimes I wonder if I'm like post traumatic stress about fire - we had a number of housefires when I was a kid.) Anyway, when I came home it was dark and Eor was asleep, and I sat up for an hour and a half or so looking at my yahoo groups and livejournal friends posts until I felt I could sleep, and then I crashed and slept and woke up to my alarm and it was still dark and Eor was still asleep. My body is very envyous of him getting to sleep so much (I know he needs it), and my mind is frustrated with my body that it has to spend so much time sleeping. About the extent of my mental capability with this little sleep is to wonder if the burnt orange t-shirt goes with the olive twill pants (I solved put on the black and white plaid flannel over the t-shirt - that solves that problem until it gets warm out) and if the grommet belt is too tough-looking. *blink-blink* I wish I had my old Doc Martins.;)
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