...ooooookay....

So I woke up this morning at about ten to eight (Alex had crawled into bed with me earlier in the night, and was studiously shoving me toward the edge of the bed; I finally got up so that I wouldn't fall off), came downstairs, and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

About fifteen minutes later, a clunking sound from outside catches my attention. I look up, and a silver SUV is parked in my driveway; the driver has just climbed in and shut the door. As I watch, the ignition goes (I couldn't determine the sex of the driver, so I'm avoiding personal pronouns), and as I'm getting up and saying "what the hell?", the car backs down to one of the parking spots off the driveway, turns around, and drives off. I couldn't even get the plate number.

(A digression: my house is not close to the road by any means. In order to park in the driveway by the front door - which was where the SUV was - you have to pass about a hundred feet of asphalt. So I have a hard time believing that the driver just pulled in for a quick nap, or whatever, especially considering that we're almost a mile from the main road, and two miles from the freeway.)

I looked around for about five minutes; whoever was in the car had not obviously left anything behind or done anything to the property. That person and the SUV were just... there.

Is it just me, or is that a little bit creepy?

Sleep

When I think about the foreseeable future, it's all I can do not to break down in tears, because I can't think of the next time when I'm going to be able to get a decent night's sleep.

If it's not Alex, it's moving. If it's not moving, it's school. If it's not school, it's work.

I'm so damn tired. I just want to sleep well, and not be exhausted from the time I get up to the time I go to bed.