This craziness (summer schedules, people dropping in and out, hubby’s bizarre foot disease) has turned me into a fidgety mess. When I’m not nodding off in morning worship, I’m planning my next nap. The nap rarely happens, but it is a fun fantasy.
This week has been an especially difficult one. I never sleep well during a full moon. Add that to 105-degree temperatures, and I am a slug. A nutritious lunch at 1:00 pm, and I will force myself to lie down and nap. Falling asleep should not be a problem, but I must get into bed and not be distracted. When I am awakened, I will shower and get ready for the meeting tonight. All this while drinking caffeine-loaded beverages. I am determined not to doze during the meeting.
To Be Continued…
Between 1:30 and 3:00 pm, I dozed lightly. I did not power nap because I woke up groggy and did not want to get up. Oh well. I did get off my feet and rest, so it wasn’t a waste of time. Once the RockStar kicks in, I should feel perky.
I did feel perky, but that did not prevent me from yawning a lot. Meetings are never boring, so it is all my fault. I need to get to bed by 9:30 pm. I’m lucky if I make it before midnight because I mistakenly think I can accomplish studying or writing after I am alone in my office. No progress is made after 10 pm, so I should have invested my time in sleeping. I am smarter than this dumb behavior. Let’s see how long I can keep up the smarter bedtime…
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Why? Because I am coming into my mid-life crisis. That, and I got so pissed off at my thin, limp and graying hair, I almost took my sewing scissors to it. It would not hold a curl, it was always in my eyes, and worst of all – it made me look mousey*.
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