Words from the burbs

I've realized I sleep wierd. By this, I mean that I go to sleep usually around 11 p.m. I sleep for about three hours. Then I wake up and roam from room to room. I may end up three rooms distant in the morning than from the room I originally started out in.  I like to watch my kids sleep. They are very peaceful looking. I like to watch Zule sleep. He sleeps fewer hours but much more deeply than I do. He's fully asleep when he's sleeping. I feel like I'm never fully asleep. (Sometimes, I have terrible half awake hallucinations called lucid dreams that wake me up screaming).

Then, after roaming around, I'll go back to bed for a while, and then typically wake up at 4 a.m. and look at everyone again and then go smoke on the patio. I like it b/c its so quiet at 4 a.m. The cat will come sit with me, and we look at the spider together.
For the most part, its not as if I'm troubled, or waking up nervous or anything. Its more that I just have a hard time sleeping for 8 hours in a stretch. Actually, my most coherent times are at 4 a.m.  I sit on the patio and think for a while.  Or I stay in bed and think for a while.  I don't plan things, I don't go over personal regrets or goals I have, or wars, or anything. Mostly, I just sit there and  think about my family and what they've done that day.

Yesterday, I took Sweatone to a River Bats game. We had two hot dogs and played on the playground. Then, we went across the street to Waterfront Park. He played in the sand and was happy as a little clam. I ran into some friends who were jogging. Then, Sweatone and I went to the fountains and got all wet and then went home.