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dragonlady7My sleeping patterns are totally hosed.
Yesterday I wanted to crash at 5, but I held out and made it until 9-- part of it was blood sugar, since I was dizzy and felt icky as well as being so tired, so dinner helped. But once the dinner settled, by 9pm I was ready to pass out again.
So I did, anticipating one of those nice 12-hour sleeps that really really sorts you out.
But I woke again around midnight, and couldn't sleep. Got up. Everyone was still awake out here. Fi was up until nearly 7 on Sat. because her friend, who had left his car here, had drunk a lot and she wanted to wait until he sobered up before letting him go home. So they sat and chatted in the living room for like four hours. She was already pretty wacked out schedule-wise-- routinely up until after 2, never out of bed before 11-- so this has made it worse.
So I wound up staying up with her until like 3:30 am, which I didn't need. I wasn't sleepy, though. I was tired, and groggy, but not sleepy.
Then I went to bed. And I tossed and turned. It didn't help that my knee was hurting-- I needed to prop it with a pillow to be at the right angle, which was hard to coordinate. At a quarter to 5 I finally got comfortable and thought I might fall asleep, but all my thrashing had finally awoken my bedmate, who sometimes when awoken like that suddenly remembers there's a chick in his bed and gets mighty friendly. Which I can't say I really mind, but I had just gotten comfortable. Oh well. The only pleasant interlude of the night followed, but then it was like quarter to six and I was wide awake and buzzing.
I considered getting out of bed. I was comfortable there, at least. Fine, I told myself: if it got to be 7 and I was still awake, I'd just get up and start my day. I could get a lot done before the exhaustion kicked in.
Of course, I lay there, eyes open and burning, until about 6:50. Then suddenly it was 7:30. And I didn't want to get up. And I was sleepy. So I slept, really slept, until about five after 8. And it took me another 45 minutes to drag myself out of bed.
But now I have made coffee, checked on the plants downstairs, and discovered that my peas, pre-started in milk cartons with seed I wasn't 100% sure was viable, are sprouting. Huzzah!
Now to maintain some semblance of productivity until an acceptable naptime... I think noon would be OK. Maybe I can get Fi up and out to the grocery store with me and then come home and nap. We'll see... I'll poke her at 10.
Wow that was pretty banal.
Knee somewhat sore. Am icing it again. Icing makes me cold. Brr.
It's raining outside but the rain looks... too thick and slow. I suspect that it's sleet/snowing.
"Is that 'wintry mix'?" I asked Z, somewhat resignedly.
"It's 'spring mix'," Z answered. Ever the optimist.
Yesterday I wanted to crash at 5, but I held out and made it until 9-- part of it was blood sugar, since I was dizzy and felt icky as well as being so tired, so dinner helped. But once the dinner settled, by 9pm I was ready to pass out again.
So I did, anticipating one of those nice 12-hour sleeps that really really sorts you out.
But I woke again around midnight, and couldn't sleep. Got up. Everyone was still awake out here. Fi was up until nearly 7 on Sat. because her friend, who had left his car here, had drunk a lot and she wanted to wait until he sobered up before letting him go home. So they sat and chatted in the living room for like four hours. She was already pretty wacked out schedule-wise-- routinely up until after 2, never out of bed before 11-- so this has made it worse.
So I wound up staying up with her until like 3:30 am, which I didn't need. I wasn't sleepy, though. I was tired, and groggy, but not sleepy.
Then I went to bed. And I tossed and turned. It didn't help that my knee was hurting-- I needed to prop it with a pillow to be at the right angle, which was hard to coordinate. At a quarter to 5 I finally got comfortable and thought I might fall asleep, but all my thrashing had finally awoken my bedmate, who sometimes when awoken like that suddenly remembers there's a chick in his bed and gets mighty friendly. Which I can't say I really mind, but I had just gotten comfortable. Oh well. The only pleasant interlude of the night followed, but then it was like quarter to six and I was wide awake and buzzing.
I considered getting out of bed. I was comfortable there, at least. Fine, I told myself: if it got to be 7 and I was still awake, I'd just get up and start my day. I could get a lot done before the exhaustion kicked in.
Of course, I lay there, eyes open and burning, until about 6:50. Then suddenly it was 7:30. And I didn't want to get up. And I was sleepy. So I slept, really slept, until about five after 8. And it took me another 45 minutes to drag myself out of bed.
But now I have made coffee, checked on the plants downstairs, and discovered that my peas, pre-started in milk cartons with seed I wasn't 100% sure was viable, are sprouting. Huzzah!
Now to maintain some semblance of productivity until an acceptable naptime... I think noon would be OK. Maybe I can get Fi up and out to the grocery store with me and then come home and nap. We'll see... I'll poke her at 10.
Wow that was pretty banal.
Knee somewhat sore. Am icing it again. Icing makes me cold. Brr.
It's raining outside but the rain looks... too thick and slow. I suspect that it's sleet/snowing.
"Is that 'wintry mix'?" I asked Z, somewhat resignedly.
"It's 'spring mix'," Z answered. Ever the optimist.
