sleep: a hypothesis

On Sunday, I slept late enough that my whole day got shifted a few hours late. That meant that by the time I felt like my second tea of the day, it was too late. Bad: afternoon zombie. Good: slept the sleep of the just.

Yesterday, I tried an experiment: just a cup of tea late in the morning instead of my usual pot. I slept better last night, even with the same number of tea bags per day — two — as when I don't sleep well. Nearly seven continuous hours!

Moral: it isn't the caffeine, it's the volume? Clearly further research is needed. But... but... I like making a pot of tea. Maybe that'll be my early morning thing.

We have the signed order.

Good Sister texted* and then called to tell me that she has in her hot little email inbox a copy of the signed court order that will allow her to sell Mom's house. The lawyer finally came through. And the United Sister Front has, at least in theory, taken a giant step towards its inhertance.

It was supposed to take a week or two, she said. It ended up taking seven months. I told GS that she could be done with everything this calendar year, and she said she was hoping to be done with it in the next couple of months. It's the peak of house-hunting season in the US right now, and she's hoping to unload the place before the entire economy goes down the drain.

Good Sister said I should celebrate tonight. I don't need much encouragement.



*She texted a golf victory video. That must be her husband's influence.