Sleepless in Manhattan

This is life with insomnia. After a couple nights in a row of fairly decent sleep at appropriate sleep times, last night was the more typical kind. I spent a lot of the day in a creek, which is the best, but somehow that resulted in crashing about 8:30pm. Going to bed early *sounds* like a good idea, but it really only results in waking up at bedtime. I woke up sometime in the 11:30-midnight range and my whole family was in an uproar.

I'm sound sensitive and when I wake up, I have to readjust to the world and normal noises are painful. I have not yet convinced anyone to respect my need for quieter sounds during this adjustment period.

While I was sleeping, the girls had fallen in love with a lost cat outside. There is a colony of feral cats on the property, but this little guy is not one of them. He's too social. So I guess they were waiting for me to wake up and make the executive decision to bring him inside for the night and take him to the shelter when it opens today.

We got Lost Boy set up in the bathroom with a bed, food, water and a litter box. He was yowling at us while Milo and Oliver yowled back. I was sitting downstairs trying to figure out how we're all going to survive the night when Taryn calls out that her sick rat had finally died. Taryn has only been a rat mom since late April and I'm pretty sure the one already had the tumor when we got her. She wasn't as social as the other rat and so we weren't able to observe it until the tumor was too big to treat.

So then we were problem solving all these things at once. We got Taryn and the rats settled for the night. Then we got Milo and Oliver set up in the "office", the fourth bedroom where we keep our computers and all the cat necessities. It took a while for all the cats to stop yowling, but it took even longer for me to be able to get back to sleep.

I slept from about 6:30am-10:30am. So really, in terms of a good night's sleep, I got almost the right amount, in two shifts which is apparently how humans lived before the invention of electricity. But the chances of getting to bed at a reasonable hour tonight are severely compromised.

Well, it's time to get Lost Boy off to the shelter. It's kind of a shame, he's really a very sweet boy. Our lease only allows so many pets though and we're maxed out.