Last night was the third night in a row that I woke up at 3am.
The night before last I got back to sleep and two nights ago I managed to drift in that cozy half-sleep space for a couple of hours which I figure is close to sleeping.
Last night the brain went on high-grind and I tossed back and forth. Now I’m tired and cranky.
When I take the train I’ve learned that sitting in the seats on either end of the car is the best spot. Less riff raff and out of the way of the flux of people getting on and off.
Yesterday the riff raff took up the end of the car. I have no idea what was going on and if I’d had a little more energy I might have asked because why would he go to all that trouble if he didn’t want everybody to notice?
He had a tattered blanket spread across the floor between the seats and was meticulously measuring, cutting and taping strips of aluminum foil to the blanket. This operation blocked about 6 seats.
At the last stop out of downtown before the bridge he shouts for someone to hold the door (you can do that?) and exclaims that he’s behind schedule. He hurries to pick up his box of aluminum foil, roll of tape, foiled blanket. Shouts about the door again. Still ends up missing it.