I wouldn't call myself particularly busy. I mean, of course I work, but once I'm done with that, I'm done. I don't take my work home, although I do sometimes go home on work (ie I take the bus home) and there are not many other things I do. Besides knitting, a bit of crocheting, playing candy crush, blogging and doing genealogy.
So you would think that after a 'busy' day of all that (minus the work, the H), I would be able to go to bed and sleep. You would think that. I would think that. Alas...
I went to bed at 9.15pm. Early by my standards, but then I had to get up at 3.30am. My landlord was willing to drive me to work, so I had to be on time.* I saw the clock go to 9.45pm. I saw 10pm. I saw 11pm. I saw 11.30pm. And all the while my mind was racing.
"What was she doing in London at that time and how did she die?" "I need to write this and that to her, and such and such. Hopefully I will get a response." "I wonder how I go about finding out about how somebody died on top of just when and where." And more questions and letters of the same ilk. I even had this blog post written in my head because I couldn't sleep!
I realised I needed my sleep and I have a trick for that: think about flowers. Red, blue, yellow and white. Yes, the ones in the title. I would repeat them in my head in Dutch or in English for a few minutes, before my mind wandered off again. It was a long evening!
I fell asleep eventually, but woke up at the first (of three) alarm. Wide awake. And immediately trying to find answers and such for my ancestry...
*My landlord actually works at the same place I do and starts early early every day. Occasionally I start at the same time and I can catch a ride, provided I get up in time.