So after not enjoying getting 14 hours of sleep the other night and the discombobulation of arising at noon, Jesse and I made a pact to get up this morning at 8 or 9 and to tackle some much need chores. With that in mind as I hit the pillow at 11:45, looking forward to a new day of accomplishment promised. At 3:14AM I awoke in time to worry about the fact that my daughter had not arrived home from work, she arrived minutes later and we caught up with each other which was nice. I then went back to bed with my current book, waited for my eyes to drift wearily closed, turned off the light, and proceeded to think about all my loved ones and each of their struggles, ad nauseum. So I am now here pounding away at this blog, having drunk my energizing chocolate drink, with burning eyes, a weary body and mind and not a lot of energy for the tasks at hand. Eighteen hours of sleep doesn't do the trick when it is divided into 14 one night and 4 the next apparently.
I have emailed two folks for help with various situations in my life, so I did accomplish one of the tasks that I had relegated to today, I guess I could start the ribs, they are certain to be very tender by the time we get around to eating them, but what I really want is to have my night back, to sleep, to rest, to wake up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the dawn. Instead, I find the dawn tackling me. Maybe a bath and a walk with the dogs will bring me around enough to feel human enough to do a little bit of what I had planned. An afternoon nap looks to be in my future right now though.
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