In which I migrate even more toward my ideal sleep schedule.

I’m a night person. I like to stay up late; I like to sleep in. I could happily go months without seeing the hours between dawn and eleven in the morning.

Lately it’s been getting worse and worse. For instance, after getting home from the gig last night I stayed up ’til three or so and then slept until one-thirty this afternoon. I probably would have slept longer, but Mr. B woke me up to go Xmas shopping (knowing full well, I think, that I had a rehearsal at three and that there was no way we could make to Iowa City and back in time). So I’ll be doing the shopping tomorrow and he’ll be getting out of it, the stinker.

So I’m staying up late tonight, rushing through some much-needed housework. I’ve got the trash ready to go out, and a load of laundry in, and the furnace room’s all cleaned up, and I’m about to do some sweeping.

In other news, House 11 rehearsal tonight rocked. This band is so hot! Not only are they all great musicians but I like them all. Our Sunday rehearsals run from 3:00 to 9:00 and we take a break at 6-ish for pizza, when we sit in PK’s living room and eat and talk and laugh and discuss things and it’s just so remarkably comfortable. Usually there’s at least one asshole in every band; some prima don/na you want to hold under water until s/he stops being annoying, someone who plays too loud, or is too bossy, or never practices, or can’t count to four, or tries to be the band leader when someone else already is the band leader… it’s just like a relationship but there are multiple people, all with their different goals and egos and issues. It can get extraordinarily complicated. But House 11? They’re universally adorable. I’m so pleased.