Lagging
Maybe this is jet lag. After a dream that my father was a prince and we went in search of my mother who lived by the sea with my half-brother, I woke up at 4am and couldn't get back to sleep again. I started to think about the impending move, about packing up my CDs and labeling them "fragile", and what to give away and what to keep, etc. I eventually gave up, got up from bed, put on some Mahler and made myself breakfast. I did go to bed early last night so I think I can just get through the day of radio and rehearsal without dying. Now if I can only get myself to the gym! I hate being back.