Sleepless in San Jose?

Last night I was up at 4:30am worrying about whether Alaska Airlines would be able to accommodate the flower_cat's inability to handle the stairs to get on and off the plane in San Jose, which doesn't have jetways at that end of the old terminal. All it would have taken was a couple of clicks to find their page on mobility and wheelchair assistance, but a web browser isn't the first thing I think of when lying in bed awake at some ridiculous hour. Not sure why not, though, except for the excess blood in my caffeine stream.

All the worry and tension pretty much disappeared when I got back from my walk and finally looked it up.

That doesn't explain why I was up at 4:30 again this morning. Not much tension; just bits of Quiet Victories running through my head.

Guess I'll just be thankful for the bit of extra time on the days when I have it, and try not to worry too much about whether it's an actual change in my sleep habits. Because worrying about that might... Hmmm.

Progress

The front door is open; the house is cooling off. It'll be heading toward cold by the time we go to bed.

The flower_cat has been spending the afternoon making 8 jars of peach butter; they still have to cool off, then get boiled again. I helped with the stirring. Colleen's mom was a terrible cook, but she knew how to can fruit, and taught her daughter well. Yum.

I've spent most of the evening working on the massive directory reorganization I've described here. It's a project fraught with minor pitfalls -- it's easy to assume, as I did, that two directories called Doc in different parts of the tree are the same, when they're not even closely related. I'll probably finish over the weekend.