Around 2 a.m. on Sunday (Monday?) morning, we decided it would be a good idea to set up a fish tank in my house. Just a 10 gallon one. Kevin and I both had this idea within approximately one minute of each other. Nice when that happens.
So by around 5 a.m. (or was it 6?) he was pouring water into a tank (at what point does it become an aquarium?) in my bedroom, next to my bed on this little shelf/ledge that runs around the head of the bed. It’s purple-themed — green and blue and purple gravel, a few chunks of amethyst…
It makes me tired now just to think about being awake at 5 a.m. on Monday morning. I was up making lasagna at 4. Dairy-free, meatless lasagna which tasted pretty good at lunch today. Must have aged well overnight in the fridge because it was better than at dinner last night.
But back to the fish. The tanks. And its inhabitants. All of whom woke me up at 6:19 this morning as the lights and the bubbles started up. As nice as it was to awaken to light (as opposed to the deep darkness I’ve been waking up in lately with these shortening days), it was a little earlier than planned. Fortunately, it’s also possible to go back to sleep to.
But, to introduce the inhabitants:
Froggy — probably going to end up being called Kermit. Some kind of midget (dwarf) African frog creature that likes to play dead by floating at the top of the tank for minutes on end.
Narcissus, or Narcissist, not sure yet, but Narky for short — a Betta, of course. In love with his reflection in the glass. That or trying to figure out if there’s another fish there.
And 3 neons.
And while I woke up early, I was still late for work, spending most of the morning wandering around my apartment wondering why I was awake when it was so dark and cold still and heating up the water in the tank (which had fallen overnight to less than optimal temperatures). I also kept watching Kermit, just to make sure he was still alive and only toying with me with the floating like a dead thing routine.
What a great full moon.