3 weeks to go and slowly but surely we're organising ourselves for our move. Our house has been constantly filled with freecyclers and e-bayers traipsing through the front door laden down with high chairs, electronic chess sets and chicken wire. In the meantime, we've found renters, had rooms, windows and doors decorated and all 4 of us have been ill in one way or another...SO, alot going on. Despite all the frenzied activity, I've really enjoyed the past few weeks (apart from being ill - I had a bizarre, anticipatory bout of Delhi belly - ugh), probably because this feels oh so right to be moving on and those first bubbles of squashed excitement are starting to well up inside me and rise to the surface - we're going to India. TO INDIA!! And sleep, needless to say, has promoted this feeling of recent wellbeing as I have, generally, been sleeping quite well.
So I must admit that it's a real shock after cruising along in this 5 to 6-hour-a-night bubble, only to be confronted with one of my all-nighter's, as I was last night. I was starting to forget what they felt like. And yes, they feel pretty bad. As much as I will myself to act upon these 'coping mechanisms' that I've primed myself with over the months, when I drag myself out of bed after one of my all-nighters, I still feel as grumpy as hell and am terrible, terrible company. The poor man who came to read the meter when I was trying to rest at lunchtime commented on what a lovely day it was, only to be greeted with a stony-faced hurrumph by myself. Sorry Mr.Gas man. Why, oh why, am I not getting any better at this? Or maybe I shouldn't be so hard on myself. Perhaps the face I present to the world on these days isn't quite as dark as I imagine it to be (though I don't think so...)
I had a quick flick at moon cycle chart this morning and was interested to see that we have just entered a new moon. Now for some untold reason I never seem to sleep well around new moon. Andy doesn't either - although he feels he slept reasonably last night - he was thrashing about in bed last night throughout the night, quite the opposite to his normal impersonation of a dead person. Anyway, it has only been one night - I can't really complain considering how improved my overally sleeping patterns have been recently. Fingers crossed it was just a blip and I can continue with my dreams of rainbow coloured saris, masala dosas and deep blue skies.
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