Smallhouse Log

Tuesday, first week of summer break

I think I'll start going after work to watch the sun rise. It may be the case, looking at my clock (ugh, clocks) here and the current colour of the sky, that my shift may not be up until after the sun rises. Maybe I'll go anyway. I can remember the two weeks in high school when I decided to shift my sleep schedule three hours earlier and get up at four in the morning every day (and go to bed at seven; I slept so much back then!) and I would go watch the sun rise almost every day.

I believe I mentioned wanting to watch the sunrise over the point sometime.... It'd be a shame not to. All the times I've watched the sky lighten outside my window, out the corner of my eye: I just realised that I've never actually watched it rise. I feel a fool.

"It never rains enough to cool my fever. All it does is rain."

There was such a thunderstorm tonight. It made me realise I haven't seen a real one in Chicago yet, not like we have here. I stood and watched it for a while.

"And it's so cold in Ohio." I refuse to think too much about that right now. I'm perfectly happy sleeping alone, and why shouldn't I be?

I'm glad I have a legitimate reason for maintaining a nocturnally active schedule.

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