Because my day began at around one in the morning when I woke up. I've got a yucky cold or something and I woke up dry-mouthed, achy-throated, and just generally achy over all. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went downstairs, took a variety of meds, made some tea, and went further downstairs to watch stuff on the food network.
I fell alseep during a Good Eats episode about…oranges? I think? I don't know. I just know that's when I took off my glasses, curled up under some blankets on the couch, and just listened.
I like to listen to Alton Brown. I like his voice. More than that, I like his wit and intelligence. His shows are kind of like story time. Story time about food. Which sounds good to me.
So I snuggled down, eyes closed, and listened to the start of the show – and I was out.
For three solid hours.
And then I woke up in the middle (or some section) of a weird, unpleasant, kind of disturbing dream that I couldn't entirely sort out. I went upstairs to my own bed, thinking I just needed to be sleeping in the right place. It was a lovely idea, but it didn't work. I lay there, awake, breathing out of my mouth for a while, then I schlepped back downstairs, made more tea, and searched for something to watch. Not a whole lot to choose from at that hour. I was hoping for cooking shows on PBS – seems to me I've seen Lidia Bastianich in the wee hours before. But not this morning. I watched the tail end of something on the food network again – one of those recipe for success shows about someone starting a business in the food industry, and then figured that would be it.
There was something coming on…something educational - there was a little blurb at the bottom of the screen that said teachers could utilize the following program in the classroom…
I stared at the screen through half-closed eyes as the show came on. Bunch of people sitting at the counter in a diner. One of them spoke.
It was Alton Brown.
I would say I wept with joy, but that would be silly. But I was definitely joyful, in my own, special, congested way.
This show was about potatoes – yay! I didn't fall asleep this time around, I just watched and wished I had some russet potatoes on hand because a baked potato sounded really good to me right about then.
After the show, I went (again) back to my own bed and fell into a peaceful, contented sleep.
Now it's morning – true daytime morning. Kids are up – and in the other room "secretly" making me valentine's day cards. I already made their day with a book each, a little stuffed animal, a card, and some chocolate.
And that's about all the effort I intend to put into anything today.