I think I figured out why I'm so antsy around this time of night.  I get bored of the internet. I lose focus to read.  I don't have the attention span to play any heavy video games.  I become fidgety.  Just now, in that state of mind, I got up and went around the living room doing my usual tank animal care.  Misting the spiders, spot checking the temps on all the tanks, watching Grim explore the outer reaches of her new huge tank. I got up and started focusing on a passion of mine, the pets. They took me right out of that buzzing futile spastic energy brain state, and made me happy for a few.

I sat right down here to write about it.  I crave my hobbies, I think. I crave doing things with my hands.  When I get in this mood, I want to paint my minis, do needlepoint, craft and create.  I'm writing because it's a good thing to do with this energy.

I really want to set up my netbook, drag out all my paints, watch some trashy TV and paint my miniatures.  Right now, and on into the night, till I'm squinting so bad my eyes water.

Now that we've set the tanks up in the living room in a definitive more permanent manner, that's my cue to take back my drawing table upstairs. Irv dragged the ancient thing up there, to use as his "office" upstairs, but he's so needy and co dependent, he can't work alone up there, he has to be near the family.  I suffer no such issues, I'm just a little apathetic (that, and I'm still not negotiating the staircase as well as I'd like).  I'm taking this moment and this energy as the incentive to clear a space to work on my handiworks.  I'm taking my drawing table space back, and moving my paints and minis up there, for permanently, so I don't have to drag everything out, eke out a space down here, and hope I am undisturbed for a small amount of time, only to bung everything back into boxes, and back under the couch till the next time.

Right now, I'll content myself with writing, and snake-gazing.  Anyone who thinks that only fuzzy companion animals can help relieve stress, have never owned a sinuous, sensuous, supple, elegant and lovely python.  My spiders, too. Watching their delicate gestures, web weaving, the gentle twitter of palps, their gravity defying acrobatics-but-slowly...maybe when I set up my space later, upstairs, I'll bring Spooky with me.  They're good listeners, too.