(I think this is an epilogue. I'm almost sure it is. I've never had an epilogue before; it's rather novel. It's marked as Chapter 53 on the notecard, but that's almost certain to be wrong anyway. Ah! And now we learn that notecards are really no different from outlines: I have them so that I can be wrong about them. What a relief.)
I'm enjoying Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, although it's only marginally less unwieldy than a printed manuscript in a binder. It looks slightly patchy to me -- in all these pages, there are some small bits that don't seem as clever to me as they apparently seemed to the author -- but there are enough good patches to make it all very worthwhile. I'm caught up enough in the rest of my life that I don't know if I'll be able to return it to porphyrin tomorrow, though. Ah well.
I've been trying to clean my new fountain pen more regularly than I did my old ones. I used to have the habit of just sticking a new cartridge (of a different color) in and going on to see what the colors mixed to, and that amused me, but I think the pen needs more cleaning than that. But I find now that there's too much water in the pen when I add the new cartridge, and I have extremely pale, watered-down ink for entirely too long, and while it might be charming for drawing my own lightly ornamented stationery if I had the time and inclination, I do not. Fountain pen gurus: advice on cleaning the silly thing so that it's ready to use more or less right away? How often do you clean yours?
I woke up in the 5:00 hour again this morning. This is officially Not Enough Sleep, and I'm worried that if it keeps up, I'm going to get sick. But I can't seem to stay asleep long enough most mornings.
The problem is extremely clear: I'm waking up hungry around 5:30. Really, really hungry. "No waiting five minutes to check e-mail; get me breakfast now" hungry. I've always awakened hungry, but it's previously been around 6:30. We have not changed our dinner hour to an earlier one. I'm not eating different amounts, either more or less, so far as I've been able to tell. I'm just waking up hungry. Last night I tried having ice cream at 9:00 in the evening to see if that would hold me through longer. It did not. I was hungry at 5:00 a.m., though I manged to get back to sleep for another half hour.
So -- it's good because I don't really have to worry about sleep disorders. I know too many people with sleep disorders, and they're not even remotely a good time. But it's bad because -- hungry! Extremely hungry! And tired, dammit. And I don't know what to do other than moving a snack to before bed, but I've tried that, and it doesn't seem to work. Has anybody had this problem? What did you do about it?
I'm blaming hormones, because, hey, why not? They've been evil enough to me in other regards lately. But maybe I just made that part up.*
*My auntie Mim would never argue with you as she got older. If she said, "I have a doctor's appointment Tuesday," and you said, "Mim, are you sure? We just took you to the doctor last Tuesday, and she didn't say anything about another appointment then," she'd chirp, "Oh, I don't know, maybe I made that up." And either she or you would go look and find out the fact of the matter, no fuss. So the rest of the family picked it up ourselves, a frequent, amiable, "or maybe I made that up."