I have lost the ability to sleep in.
This morning I awoke at dawn to the sound of a rooster crowing, and a cat sleeping against my leg. It was really shock that awoke me, as this particular rooster is really more a plus or minus three hours kind of bird, and I don't think I've ever before heard him hit the mark. Oh, and the cat was actually a pile of clothes I left on my bed after unpacking last night. The kicker is, that its Saturday. And though I do have to work today, I was hoping to sleep in a little. Of late, though, even when I try, I can't make it past 7am. I didn't even hit that this morning, it was not much after six. Whenever I do try to go back to sleep, I end up waking up every 20 minutes or so until I give in and get out of bed, as that is not a very effective way to accomplish a lazy morning, or catch up on rest.
Now, in general I like being an early to bed, early to rise kind of person. Though it leads to frequent mockery, my preference is to be in bed by about 10 and up by 6. If I want to read, I might even turn in at 9:30. Occasionally, however, I like to engage with the real world, and pretend I have a social life, which inevitable results in me blowing past my bedtime. For instance, last night I was at a friend's house doing, uh, crossword puzzles, until nearly midnight (I realize this isn't helping my 'social life' pretense, but come on, Will Shortz is awesome). And Thursday I joined some late night karaoke at a friend/colleague's going away party. It would be nice if I could just sleep a little later than usual, to still manage 7 or 8 good hours of sleep. But though I haven't owned an alarm clock in years, its not long after the sun is up that Jen is also, regardless of the preceding sleep deficit.
Of course, there is also a backup to my internal alarm. If I do manage to stay in bed past seven, I inevitably open my eyes to my cat staring down my nose, a silent but startlingly effective reminder that she is patiently (?) waiting for breakfast.
So really, there's no hope for it. If I want enough sleep to be a decent human being the next day, I really have to get to bed, as there's little hope of compensating on the other end.
Ah, I can hear that damn rooster at it again, about three hours late...
This morning I awoke at dawn to the sound of a rooster crowing, and a cat sleeping against my leg. It was really shock that awoke me, as this particular rooster is really more a plus or minus three hours kind of bird, and I don't think I've ever before heard him hit the mark. Oh, and the cat was actually a pile of clothes I left on my bed after unpacking last night. The kicker is, that its Saturday. And though I do have to work today, I was hoping to sleep in a little. Of late, though, even when I try, I can't make it past 7am. I didn't even hit that this morning, it was not much after six. Whenever I do try to go back to sleep, I end up waking up every 20 minutes or so until I give in and get out of bed, as that is not a very effective way to accomplish a lazy morning, or catch up on rest.
Now, in general I like being an early to bed, early to rise kind of person. Though it leads to frequent mockery, my preference is to be in bed by about 10 and up by 6. If I want to read, I might even turn in at 9:30. Occasionally, however, I like to engage with the real world, and pretend I have a social life, which inevitable results in me blowing past my bedtime. For instance, last night I was at a friend's house doing, uh, crossword puzzles, until nearly midnight (I realize this isn't helping my 'social life' pretense, but come on, Will Shortz is awesome). And Thursday I joined some late night karaoke at a friend/colleague's going away party. It would be nice if I could just sleep a little later than usual, to still manage 7 or 8 good hours of sleep. But though I haven't owned an alarm clock in years, its not long after the sun is up that Jen is also, regardless of the preceding sleep deficit.
Of course, there is also a backup to my internal alarm. If I do manage to stay in bed past seven, I inevitably open my eyes to my cat staring down my nose, a silent but startlingly effective reminder that she is patiently (?) waiting for breakfast.
So really, there's no hope for it. If I want enough sleep to be a decent human being the next day, I really have to get to bed, as there's little hope of compensating on the other end.
Ah, I can hear that damn rooster at it again, about three hours late...
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