Greeting the Sun...or Why am I still awake?

The time is 7:35am. The sun is out and has been for almost 2 hours. My sleep schedule is fucked. I should get back to normal time, but it is during the night and earliest hours of the morning that I find my solitude. You'd think that being by myself with only my dogs around me as company all day would be solitude enough for me, but I still hear the noises that aren't there. A rush of cars, the loud neighbours as they drink away the day, the tiniest sound that sends my dogs into an alarming frenzy. No, night is where my sanity and sanctuary lies. My sister is never here these days so I can crank my music and sing foolishly but proudly at the top of my lungs. I can watch dorky videos on YouTube or chat with friends without someone nosing in on what I'm doing. I can do secretive things like write in my blog or load my photography/writings to DA. I can watch all the movies she doesn't like and and scream loudly at the TV whenever a football game is on.

I do need sleep sometime though. The house won't clean itself, and I cannot rely on her to be here to help. No, it's just me. My bed beckons me. Maybe I should go say hello and goodnight(day).