Up too early

A little after six, I admitted to myself that I wasn't going to get back to sleep.

Nothing in particular. Yes, thinking about recent conversations/events, but that's got things like chewing over how to use what someone suggested yesterday at the fannish pub social about job hunting, and do I want to go to Orycon, and I ought to move Velma's chocolate into the air conditioned bedroom because it's going to be hot again today. Not the sort of brooding that keeps me up, I just couldn't quiet myself enough to sleep again.

So, six hours of sleep, maybe, and that interrupted a couple of times. I had most of the usual caffeine yesterday, though not the optional cup of tea at six-ish, because I was sipping my way slowly through a pint of cider at that point, and didn't think of it. Nor do I think one pint of cider during the afternoon is likely to be responsible for any of this. Hoping this doesn't become a pattern I need to analyze.