I know I've ranted that sleep is overrated. That I can do with minimal amounts of it and, by goodness, let me show you how. I may not be 25, or 26, or even 35 any more, but I can skimp by with a few hours just fine!But then. Woo. A few days off from work and, whadda ya know, sleep happened! I found myself being the first one to bed (it was still midnight or so), where I would read and then turn off my light and go to sleep. No cat walking on me throughout the night or crying to be let into the room or out of the room or wanting water. No early risers getting up in the bedroom right below mine. No alarms to wake me up in the morning and my mobile phone deliberately turned to silent so it wouldn't even buzz. Only me and my sweetie and the ocean outside where we were staying. And I slept. When I woke up to take care of bodily functions, I crawled back into bed and read for a bit if I was feeling the pull to get up and it was still early (which means 6 or 7 am for me), or I just fell right back asleep. Left to its own rhythm and a need to make up for lost time, I think, I slept probably a total of 9-10 hours a night.
And driving home tonight, how did I feel? Awake. Normal energy. Didn't feel a need to tank up on caffeine to complete the 2 1/2 hour drive. Alert.
Hmph! Maybe I need to readjust my priorities again and move sleep up the list a bit.
graphic from
The Daily Galaxy
The Daily Galaxy
