The Perversity of Sleep
Apr. 24th, 2026 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ndrosenThursday morning, I woke from a dream at six something AM, tried to get back to sleep, an d couldn’t. I felt adequately slept, so I finally got up some time before the 7:30 alarm setting. I ate breakfast, and drank some coffee, but not very much, since I was scheduled to donate blood (which I did), and I didn’t want to give the recipient a major dose of caffeine. Then I fell asleep on the Metro rail, and some Metro employee woke me up at the end of the line, fortunately only two stops past King Street, which is near the Patent Office, so I took only a few minutes to ride back.
Emerging from King Street Station, I saw a black woman at one of the gates, with a beagle on a leash. I went through another gate, and spoke to her. She assured me that the hound was friendly, and petted him, of which he seemed appreciative. His name was Duke; I told his human that I had had a beagle named Rex as my best friend growing up.
Emerging from King Street Station, I saw a black woman at one of the gates, with a beagle on a leash. I went through another gate, and spoke to her. She assured me that the hound was friendly, and petted him, of which he seemed appreciative. His name was Duke; I told his human that I had had a beagle named Rex as my best friend growing up.
