The Undeniable Urge to Vacuum

I awoke rather abruptly at three in the morning and had the undeniable urge to vacuum. It's so typical that the impulse to operate a loud machine would suddenly strike during the middle of the night when normal people, like my neighbors, would be sound asleep. I have no proof my neighbors are normal, but for the sake of argument, let's assume they are. I doubt the noise from my Hoover WindTunnel would carry through two exterior walls and across the ten feet separating us, but I wasn't eager to chance it and disturb them.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but too many things were running through my head. "Things" is my articulate way of saying worries, memories, ideas and plans. I eventually got up and wrote a list of everything I needed to do over the next week or two. With it on paper and off my mind, I soon dozed off and rested peacefully until the alarm clock scared me back to consciousness two hours later.

My sleeping and eating habits have been all over the place lately. It’s all about reestablishing a daily routine of seven hours and three meals. Sounds simple enough, right? That said, I still need to vacuum when I get home.