Nocturnal Sojourns

I really do hope it’s a sojourn and not another permanent shift in my circadian rhythm.

I’ve never slept more that 6 hours, except after my bachelor party when I was awoken with a very bad hangover the following night by my extremely worried fiance.

I guess I picked the wrong week . . . .

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I woke up last night/this morning at 11:59 pm. Four hours of sleep.

My mind was racing resolving a really interesting set of procedural and substantive legal issues that landed on my attorney plate yesterday.

I really did not want to squander my diminished sleep time on these practical matters but the voices in the field – https://lynnemctaggart.com/the-field/ – were worse than Marley’s Ghost and would not let me rest.

Luckily, I really want to beat this opposing set of attorneys back to the stone age, and the relentless legal kibitzers really seemed to want my attention, so I returned to full consciousness and let it all download.

But I couldn’t just sit in the dark, in my bed, so I went down to the new barn and started prepping the Casa Claire meals for the day. Luckily, in space, no one can hear you chop.

Except Claire and Honey, who snuck up on me from the shadows while my hands were distracted rhythmically chopping fruit and veggies and my legal mind was tuned into Clarence Darrow in the netherworld. The radio was softly playing in the background, and the low constant hiss of my chronic tinnitus drowned out any other background noise. I literally jumped when I turned and saw Claire and Honey in the doorway. They must have heard the chopping from wherever they were meandering on the property, and since this was early even for me, came to investigate what was happening. They both chuckled at my reaction.

By now it was just after 1 am.

Of course Claire let me know that since I was up, they had no problem eating their earliest meal of the day even a bit earlier.

So, I fed them.

Honestly, I enjoyed the company.

I videod the moment and posted on my FB page.

https://www.facebook.com/100091444194790/videos/1259798125013550

Once I came back up to my office I jotted some notes concerning my legal ponderings and then went out and did a little grounding in my favorite spot in the backyard. I wished upon a shooting star and then came inside to work on this blog.

I’ve really come to enjoy experiencing the witching hour here at Casa Claire. There is a lot to be said for solitude. Gives me time to think. To write.

And without my strange sleeping schedule I would never have written The Claire Saga.

So, when the vespertine voices call to you, you answer.

But thank God it’s Friday again.

You fine, five readers present the powers that be with your weekly work product that you diligently wrapped up on Thursday evening then explain that you have an important meeting to attend to, hit the exit and don’t come back until post Labor Day Tuesday.

Assuming my legal notes and strategy make equal sense to the brilliant legal mind of my legal comrade in arms, Robert Meloni (yes, the mafia lawyer from TWA), I can begin the prep work towards an ass kicking motion and throw myself into it next week.

But before any of that, I have kitties to cuddle and rounds to make.

Given that this is a magical three day weekend Friday – and if well played will give us an early start – let us make today a great one.