Sleep Comes Uneasy

Five hours of sleep on a bus trip to the edges of the capital has left me reluctant to hit the sack. Tomorrow starts bright & early in five hours and I only wonder what the afternoon will bring. Perhaps, I could chance a jaunt to the bookshop-cafe I've been meaning to visit. Alone of course. (Good cafe company's rare and I'm thankful to have found one for a portion of this trip.) But I shan't stay out for too long. We're hosting another family for dinner tonight. I can imagine the tsktsk-ing should I attempt to maneuver my way out of it; horribly impolite, I know, and my mother will never let me hear the end of it. If not, maybe I'll cafe-hop the strip near the apartment. Close enough to run back when dinner calls. Then hit the bookshop-cafe come Monday before the household awakes. Say yea to me-time.