Sleepless weekend

I tapped into some inspiration last week and was going almost non-stop from Friday to Sunday, not counting those pointless hours spent working at the theatre.  Last night my endurance finally ran out after about sixty sleepless hours and I was forced to drag myself to bed.

It's odd.  While in the midst of my marathon, my mind was clear and sharp.  My muscles were sore and protesting the lack of rest, and toward the end I started drifting a bit and seeing imaginary movement in the corner of my eye, but for the most part I was fully coherent.  Now, after twelve hours of sleep, my brain feels like mush.  You'd think it would be the other way around.

The motion detector in the driveway doesn't extend very far, so it always switches itself off when I'm about halfway up the stairs.  It's also the spot where the trees block out the streetlight on the corner, and I find myself in a moment of complete darkness.  I love how clear the stars are in the mountains at night, and last night was a clear, moonless night.  Even as bone-weary as I was, when the light went out I stood there and stared up at the sky for a few minutes.  In that time three shooting stars fell, each in a different direction.  Another cool thing about having so little atmosphere between myself and the sky is that shooting stars are brighter too.

I missed my deadline for November, so I'll have to repay it with three works this month.