Corner of Bourbon & Division

I jinxed myself by loudly declaring my intention to go to bed early and be rested. My darling parents' godawful guest bedroom decided to turn itself into a Chamber of A Thousand Tortures, unaided by the fact that I developed a headache (likely from the wine at dinner) which felt like someone was sticking a hot poker into my right eye. Two nights in a row on the slightly too-soft mattress made my back twist itself into weird knots, and the room was unbearably hot. I cracked open the window, only to have my parents barge in 30 minutes later to close it because my mother was cold (which, fair enough, but the door was closed and I was still roasting to death, so I have no idea how she could feel cold under those circumstances).

Anyway, I didn't manage to fall alseep until after 3am. I did doze on and off, but the only proper sleep I got was between 3am and 8am, after the room finally cooled off a bit and I managed to improvise some back support with a bolster pillow I rustled out of a closet. 

I managed to get through all of today without being cranky, though, so that's something. I attended Quaker Meeting and managed all of the Greeter duties without fumbling anything too badly, and then had a very pleasant brunch with my parents. We then had a quiet few hours of reading and chatting before I had to pack up and come back to Ottawa.

I have lots of stuff to do tomorrow, and I am adding "update LJ in more detail" to that list, so if all goes well I will be posting something of substance tomorrow.

All in all, today was not a bad way at all to spend the first day of being 46.