Good sleep habits continue to elude me. Kate and I were at my mom's this weekend, and despite the comfy house and there being not much to do except watch TV and read and do puzzles, I found myself up until 2am each night.
Last night I fell asleep reading the book Brotherhood of the Bomb (a biography of Lawrence, Oppenheimer, and Teller), and no surprise, I had a really vivid dream about being at a physics seminar in which one of the presenting scientists gave a doom-and-gloom talk about the fate of the world. The audience sat in stunned silence for a moment, then someone raised their hand and said "I think--", and the speaker interrupted him saying "No! Don't think! Just shut up! Everyone just shut up!" And we could all see that the speaker was sobbing. Oh and in this dream I was the guy responsible for all the A/V and videoconferencing equipment, which was being cantankerous and thus generating my familiar dream anxiety.
We left my mom's around 5pm today, took a detour to Bloomington where we met up with Becca, walked the dogs, then went to a very late dinner at the Olive Garden (the only decent restaurant still open past 9pm). We then hung out in her apartment until 11:30, then had to drive back home, so here it is 1:30am, I have to work tomorrow, and once again, I'm up and awake. *sigh*
Kate's in a huge crunch to get her dissertation deposited by the October deadline. She has a week to jump through a pretty long list of hoops (her rewrites are the least of them, I think), so she's being up late and anxious as well. If she misses it, she can still be on the December grad list, so it isn't a huge hard deadline, but sitll, she and (especially) I would like to just get this thole thing out of the way once and for all.