Thereís a very good reason that I donít feel entirely rested today. Okay, maybe not a very good reason, but a reason nonetheless, and itís typical. Last night at 1:30 am, I wasnít quite ready to turn off the TV and face my own thoughts in the dark. Itís not that thereís anything wrong with my thoughts, particularly, just that those thoughts are more likely to keep me awake than a few more minutes of mindless television.
Hereís the problem, though. Little Miss Sunshine was just beginning on HBO, and I started watching it. And Iíd forgotten, in the year or so since Iíd seen it, how much I loved it, and what a perfect movie it is. By the time 3:15 rolled around and the movie was over, I was ready to be alone in the dark with my happy thoughts. Or, more accurately, I was happy to be virtually thought-free and thus better able to sleep. Which I did.
And it would have been okay to get to sleep at 3:15 am if Iíd been able to sleep in this morning. And there was no external reason that I had to get up early today, or at all for that matter. If I could have stayed asleep, I could have stayed in bed until noon, or until tomorrow. But something in my body woke me up at 8:00 am, and even though I didnít get up until 9:45, any advantage of the day off was lost.