I had almost as hard a time getting moving this morning as I had getting started on an entry tonight. I should never have read that article about how people really only need six and a half hours of sleep a night, because Iím already working out ways to bargain it down to five and a half. Then weíll be talking in the same language. Then weíll be playing in the same ballpark.
Iím not sure I believe it, about the six and a half hours, but I desperately want to believe it. Iíll never get more than that, not at night. I might be able to stretch out my sleep time to seven or eight hours if Iím allowed to sleep late on weekend mornings. Actually, I could do it any day Iím allowed to sleep in, but somehow the phone always manages to ring just at the point when Iím finally getting that rich REM sleep. On weekdays, that is. I donít let the phone ring on weekends.
But here I am writing, so obviously I did get up this morning. I even got the maximum amount of possible work done today. Iím not sure how I can quantify that to make it make sense, but thereís a limit to what I can do on a day when I oversleep (even a little), and itís too hot (way too hot), and the frustrations and interruptions come in whole battalions.
Thatís actually what Iím avoiding writing about, because you donít want to hear it and I donít want to go through it again. Letís just say this was a day when my destination was barely worth the hardships of the journey. Not to go all pioneer on you or anything.