I reported yesterday stocking up on sleep. Apparently I was saving it for today.

It seems that just about the time I was headed to bed early this morning, it was discovered that someone spilled something on the bed, which soaked through to the mattress. With the current number of houseguests, all the spare bedding is in use by someone, so that meant I had to strip the bed, wash the mattress, and run the bedding through the laundry in two loads–behind the two loads that were already tying up the washer and dryer.

It was all done by the time the youngest caught his six o’clock bus, or at least shortly thereafter, and I finally went to bed.

Of course, I was awakened thrice between then and noon, the third time persuading me to surrender any hope of getting additional sleep, and turning my attention to the various other obstacles which would soak my time.

I am grateful to the guest who prepared meals for us today; it would be at least a couple hours later that I got here had he not been able to do so.

I wish I could say that I accomplished great things as long as I was up. Really, I was too tired to accomplish great things, and focused on small ones–finishing up another song recording for the Collision repertoire practice disks. The band will be happy with that, I think.

I’ve got a trip on my plate tonight, I believe–my son has to return to his brother’s house so he can get to work tomorrow. I asked my wife whether I was to do that or whether she would do it when she got home, but she didn’t know at the time and never got back to telling me, so I’m probably going to act preemptively and move him there before it gets too late and I’m stuck doing it into the wee hours of the morning.

All of which means, I’ve got to get back to work.

–M. J. Young