Spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it all, right away, every time. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water.
[Annie Dillard]

Announcing the newest phase in my quest for sleep: The Granny Schedule. At 8 pm Durham time I am going to lock my front door, turn off my phone, and shut down my computer. [1] [2]

1. If you find yourself in need of my aid between 8 pm and 7 am (say a rabid dog chews off your arm near the corner of Green and Buchanan) do feel free to come bang on my door, and I will unlock it for you. (In the spirit of full disclosure, I should warn you that my antibacterial cream expired in 2009, and I am not in possession of an automobile for hospital runs; wherefore you may find it expedient to bang on Tanner’s door across the street, or Celia’s next door, instead. But I do have lots of cough medicine.)

2. I am not doing this because I stopped liking people. To make up for my solitary evenings I am going to try to have lots of social lunches and early dinners and fun people-times on Sunday afternoons, and at other times between 7 am and 8 pm (early breakfast, anyone?). If you have time to hang out with me then, I will be delighted.