Up until tonight I’ve been falling into bed immediately into a deep pool of sleep. I’m not sure what happened to thwart this, but it’s 3:18 a.m. as I type and I’m obviously awake. (Some might argue that the quality of writing is an indication otherwise, but they’re — well, just plain wrong.)

Rather than lie abed fidgeting, I’ve been accomplishing tasks that are not on my list but need doing nonetheless (small stuff that doesn’t occur to me when I write the list). For instance, even though people will come with boxes and paper to pack next week, there are some family heirlooms (e.g., small porcelain items) that I don’t want to leave to their whims. I’m sure they’ll wrap them in paper nicely, but I want bubblewrap around them too. So I did this; I just can’t box them (or their insurance won’t cover the property).

There is also the task of making sure to put the cats’ health information in the bag with the accessories they’ll need for the trip (treats, sedatives, litter pan liners, etc.) Oh, and then I had an idea for how to rearrange some office files so the my fiancé will have room for hanging folders. I often get creative ideas to small problems when I lie in bed. And as I write this, I just remembered I need to put my jump rope where it will be included with the “Keep” pile and not the Goodwill one.

My eyes are growing heavy while I type, so perhaps this small ritual of doing and telling will release me. I need the sleep. We have lots to do today: the car to the mechanic, the bank, the laundry, the…