It was a muggy, warm night; we had the fan on, but not the AC (it's only April, global warming or no) so I was feeling hot and sticky and not really restful anyway...and the interviews didn't help. After midnight, my brain turns back on, but not in a good way--whizzing around banging itself on the walls of sleep, like a June bug in the house.
Finally got to sleep, only to be awakened at 5 am by a thunderstorm. Half an inch of rain--good news, as we needed a 'fresher...actually we could use another couple of inches without any problem--but only restless sleep after that.
Today's main task was finding out what happened to our property tax appraisals, which had not shown up in the mail by now, as they should have. When I'm feeling charitable, I remind myself that this is a very fast-growing county, with farms and ranches rapidly turning into hundreds of itsy-bitsy lots with things on them, each with its spanky-new tax ID number....and this is why our appraisal notices are consistently late. When I'm not feeling charitable, as after a Night of Little Sleep, I want to clobber them for being lazy and slow, or wonder why they don't at least process the stable properties first--the ones, like ours, which have stayed with the same numbers and the same owners for some time.
Turns out the appraisals haven't been mailed, and won't be mailed until, maybe, May 11. Now I'm going down to do early voting...the infamous and (I'm convinced) very unsafe electronic voting machine has shown up even here...I think the things should be outlawed, as they're clearly easily messed with.
And then, finally, I may get to do some work, if I don't fall asleep. Oh, and I have to wash my hair sometime, as I have a speaking gig for tomorrow. And it's raining again, which is good, as long as we don't get lightning while I have my head under a faucet and the water is connecting me to a good ground...which, with the predicted weather for the rest of the day, suggests I should wash my hair before going to vote. But I was so hoping to freak out the representative of the electronic voting machine company by putting on a total country persona and then...oh, well. If I can get my feet into my old boots, I can at least wander in with mud and a whiff of horse manure. Too bad I can't speak some obscure foreign language to complete the illusion...