There is something sinister about 3 a.m.
All goodness is fast asleep along with common sense and any level of sanity I have left. It is not a good time to reflect on anything.
It’s the time when any ache is fatal and any noise will result in death.
Back in the day, 3 a.m. was when I was taking off my mascara and getting ready to hop into bed for a good night’s sleep. Now it’s when I am waking up for my first (or maybe second) bathroom trip.
Sometimes it’s a long time before I go back to sleep and those brain cells work overtime turning the banal and mundane into scary life-ending experiences.
It’s also when I remember that I need to update my will, check my life choices and revisit the music I want played at my funeral.
Did I put my credit card back after my last purchase?
Did I lock the back door?
Is there any wonder why I don’t enjoy sleep like I did in the old days?
I blame having so many cats on 3 a.m. I used to have one cat. Any noise during the night would be attributed to that cat. I would roll over and go back to sleep immediately. There was no threat lurking. It was just the cat.
Then the cat died. In the interim until I adopted another, I noticed all those noises that I was sure were caused by the late cat, were still there. Could this be the ghost of cats past?
Not likely. More likely it was the moans and groans of a house with plumbing and heating systems that breathe and heave. They aren’t heard during the day because of all the other noise.
To finish the cat story, I keep multiple cats to ensure there is at least one to blame for all noise and odd occurrences (like books falling off of shelves and misplaced keys). Four cats ensure my sanity. (I know that sounds counter intuitive but go with me on that one.)
Many years ago, I spent an hour checking a water gushing sound that I was sure was a massive broken water pipe coming to flood the house and wash it down the street. It was that or a tsunami although I don’t live anywhere near an ocean. I was thinking of that ark.
How long does it take to build an ark? Do I have the right stuff? Is Home Depot open?
It was the water softener back flushing. (I came close to calling my brother at 3 a.m. about that one!)
Yes, in the old days sleep meant climbing into cool, soft sheets, occasionally with a cat.
It meant drifting off to mostly good places and dreams of hope and promise.
I would so enjoy one of those “sleeps” now!