Awake

I should be sleeping.  Everyone else in the house is sleeping.  Tai, Tom, the beasts, the in-laws.  But my brain is just humming with all of this stuff I want to do.  Some of it is lame and boring (like clean out some of my clothes, getting rid of the stuff I never wear or stuff I've gotten too fat to wear) other stuff is more exciting (like the fifty gazillion journal entries that I want to be writing, and ideas for a new book, and ideas for a different novel and ideas for the novel I already have going).

Maybe it's the wind.

Tai is sleeping restlessly tonight, too.  He was quietly sawing logs next to me, when suddenly he shifted and mumbled, and then pointed across the room, still with his eyes closed.  He pointed several times.  I wonder what he was dreaming about.

I think I'm going to see how long I stay awake and work on my novel.  Since the in-laws are here, they're more than happy to take care of Tai in the bright early morning - I can sleep in!