I went to bed early. I read until my eyes were heavy, which didn't take very long. I glanced at the clocked as I rolled over to sleep and was thrilled to see how early it really was and glory the idea of getting a good, full night's sleep.
About an hour after I fell asleep I woke myself up coughing. A deep chest, non-productive, wrenching cough that went on periodically for about an hour. After I was nauseous and ill from the painful tightening of my chest and abdominal muscles while I coughed. Finally, again, I slept, only to be woken again my an awful, really traumatizing dream. I read for a little bit to try and erase it from my head before I slept again. The hard, driving rain pulled me back to reality a few hours later. I would normally have gone right back to sleep, except then the thunder began. Some of the loudest, longest rumbling thunder I have ever heard, at one point right over the house, so booming that it literally shook everything. That was around 4:30. Then as the thunder abated, the early morning traffic started, extra loud on the wet roads. I got up, found some ear plugs and threw myself back to it. Given the twisted, weird, kind of painful dreams I had after that, I perhaps should have just given the idea of sleep at 4:30 and gotten up then.
It is grey and rainy. I have my iPod to keep me company and I will, I swear I will, get every thing on my list at work done today.