How much is enough sleep? I slept in until after 10:30 this morning, which seems late (duh) until you realize that I didn't get to bed until well after 3:00 am. With that in mind, sleeping so late isn't all that unreasonable. That's about seven hours, almost as much as I get on two normal nights.
So why, I wonder, was I sound asleep at 5:00 this afternoon? That's only six and a half hours awake, after seven hours asleep. Now that does seem a little out there. Either I'm still trying to catch up, or — well, let's not thing of the alternatives. I'm still trying to catch up.
How much is enough food? I feasted on Saag's sausages at the game last night, my one indiscretion over the last week. I went back to my normal routine today, and yet I felt hungry most of the day. Not just hungry, but empty, hollow, and a little weak in the head. (Don't start.)
So I ate some ice cream and a cookie. That should help, right? (Surprised I had such items in my house? Me, too.) It didn't help at all, though. I feel a little top heavy, stumbling around with a head full of mush but empty down below. It seems like something other than hunger, but I don't want to contemplate what that might be.
I'm sure I'll be all right. I've had two very late nights and a lot of activity. I got way more sun and fresh air than I'm used to yesterday. This is just a course correction, something my body is doing to slow me down. It slowed me down to a stop today. All I did was sit and read, and watch the game and the race on TV. And sleep, of course, I did my share of that as well.
Tomorrow should be more like a normal day. If not, then I start contemplating the possibilities.