Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I've been having trouble sleeping again—both staying up later than ideal, and not sleeping in well—so after a nice walk and some lunch today, I came home and napped. I got a couple of hours' sleep, I'd guess, before being awakened by repeated phone calls from the annoying neighbor downstairs (who does not seem to comprehend that if the answering machine picks up, what you're supposed to do is leave one message, not either leave a message and repeat every two minutes, or call every two minutes without leaving a message). I'm grumpy, but better rested.

With any luck, the nap was sufficient to improve my dexterity: I was walking into things, painfully, by the time I was done with lunch. (I grabbed some ice for my elbow after banging it on a door, then, while icing the elbow, walked into a stool hard enough that I think I bruised my leg.)