Sleepy Time on the #BuffyRewatch

This week’s essay is called “My Sire can Beat Up Your Sire.”

The holiday here was very low-key. We talked about going to movies, and didn’t. We ate out a couple times, and ate in a lot. There was a Walking Dead marathon that took us through the first season but hasn’t drawn us back yet. This may be a show I have to watch fast, in big chunks–it was perfectly good snack food, but also seemed a little boring.

I spent a stunning amount of the holiday period unconscious. Slept in a half-dozen times, and followed up some of that decadence with naps. The conclusion I’m left with is that after gone through a very intense spring, a cross-country relocation, the exploration of a new city and the cancelling of our summer vacation, it’s possible I was tired.

Which isn’t any kind of “poor me” lament. Quite the contrary. The sleeping was delightful, in every sense a gift. In the stretch of years since Dad died, remaining konked out past the hour of five in the morning has been just about impossible. Somehow in the move to Toronto, I’ve found a new rhythm that feels closer to right. Hurrah for that!

So I’m rested, and I am looking forward to getting back to my regular routines and writing/teaching/reviewing schedule soon. I hope this finds you all in a similar state of renewal and anticipation.

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About Alyx Dellamonica

After twenty-two years in Vancouver, B.C., I've recently moved to Toronto Ontario, where I make my living writing science fiction and fantasy; I also review books and teach writing online at UCLA. I'm a legally married lesbian, a coffee snob, and I wake up at an appallingly early hour.

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