You know that early morning hour when you're sort of awake, but decidedly not, and information and events are filtering through that veil of "I do not want to be awake"?

There was some confluence of sound--a perfect storm of the different fans and sound machines going--that woke me up, and made me think that someone was blowing their hair dry. The most likely candidate was my father, who leaves for work at 4am. And I thought, is he really blowing his hair dry? He has *some* hair, but not that much, and I was thinking probably 2-3 minutes of hair dryer is plenty.

I was getting kind seriously irritated after about 20 minutes. I thought, old man, you've got to be kidding.

I don't know how long this went on before I entertained the notion that maybe no one was using the hairdryer. And I was really sleepy, and I wanted to return to sound sleep, but couldn't because I was irritated. Over nothing. What a waste.