I sit here with the cat and dog, who by the way are thrilled to death that someone emerged from the closed door of the bedroom to feed them at 4:45 a.m., only because I fruitlessly tried to get just a little more shut eye at 3:00, 3:30, 3:45… Tell me, please. What the heck? Eh, you don’t have to tell me. Hormones, baby. Middle-aged hormones.
Sleep is a funny thing. When we’re teens, we easily sleep until noon. As we get older, we rise for our work or our babies or both. My thinking is that before it’s over, I’ll be going to sleep at 6:00 and waking at 2:00. Hey, at least it’s a decent eight, right?
Maybe at this point I should just go with the flow. Get up after I wake at 2:30 feeling refreshed and thinking, before I glance at the clock, “Hey! I slept all night!”.
A decent eight has turned into a decent four.
So that’s my rant for today.