Katherine is still not sleeping solidly or consistently at night and still waking at 5 am. I don’t know if it’s a reduculous learned pattern from our time with the one family, or energetic connection, or simply a pattern we’re too focused on to solve.
Regardless, I now hate 5am with a passion. I’m determined to put an end to it immediately, so I’m literally consulting every tool in my chest to find a solution. Sane people do not get up at 5am, o-dark-thitry, for no reason. Only if there is a job or some other cause. I’m going to figure out that cause and solve it, so my family can resume normal and sleep through 5am.
In the meantime my dragging meant an impromptu nap in a cold car, followed by attempting to finish my day by tracking down 1 of 3 possible massages.
When that failed I waited in the game room for a resident to use the WC. I threw a few darts and then noted the Scrabble bag. I dumped the bag on the poker table.
This was the result.
I merely righted the letters to be upright from my perspective, and that caused me to see words which I put very little effort into lining up.
Much like my plate messages. Deciphering the meaning is where it gets tricky.
Jet in son C, Ed, L.E.G. or leg, Gee C Web, AA, N, VRE, OAT (or TAO) U L D, Ad M U R R_D_, Z Y Q
Getting home though my boys gave me loves.