Mornings are confusing and bewildering to a person with sleep issues. As much as I want to get up and get going while itís light outside, and finish working before darkness sets in, what I want more is to lie in bed and sleep while I can. If I canít sleep at night, I have to sleep in the morning. Itís only logical.
Sometimes itís the first phone call that gets me out of bed. Sometimes itís the first fax, but if I can count the pages I know whether I have to get up or not. If I hear three pages printing, itís the daily report from the Kennel cash register, and I can ignore it until Iím ready. If itís one page, itís could be something ďurgentĒ from the Boss, and Iíd better get up and see what he wants. Sadly, more often than not itís a junk advertisement that goes directly into the recycling basket.
So. This morning. Pages coming off the fax machine woke me up, but after I counted three, I rolled over and went back to sleep. Then another page printed, so I got up to check it out. After seeing that it wasnít anything I had to deal with, I looked out the window and saw that it was raining.
So I went back to bed and slept for another hour. I had things I was going to do today, weather permitting. It wasnít raining so hard I couldnít have done what I needed to do, but I made the executive decision that it might not rain tomorrow. I always think the suníll come out tomorrow. Arf.
Although it was dreary and drizzly all day, I made the best of it. I felt better than I did yesterday, for some reason. Could that reason possibly be the extra hour of sleep I got this morning?