Six hours isn’t so bad… Five hours isn’t so bad… Four hours isn’t so bad…
Tim and I used to quote that commercial (for some kind of sleep aid) to each other, because inevitably, if either of us has to be anywhere early in the morning, we spend a sleepless night staring at the clock and counting down the hours of sleep we’ll be getting. Last night, for me, it was three and a half. I’ll be in zombie state by the afternoon.
Originally, I was supposed to be on a beach in Florida this week, and my house was supposed to be getting a little bit of a makeover. But the best laid plans… Instead, I’ll be taking care of an entirely different kind of business and setting myself up so that I can be under even more pressure over the following three weeks to meet my writing deadlines. We’ll see how that works out. Hopefully, I’ll get more than four hours of sleep a night the rest of this week. Probably I shouldn’t have had those last three glasses of water before bedtime…
For Monday, I leave you with this:
Goethe
This is a small John Lennon statue in a shop window on Montrose. Right now, John Lennon is the spirit I’m seeing. (Not literally.)
Water before bed, indeed a bad combo….
Ugh. 3 and a half hours? Poor thing. I hope you find reprieve of the stress/pressure you are under some how, some where.
xoxo
Sorry about the pressure, and the no-beach, and the way some schedules conflict with your sleeptime. Sucks. Thanks for John, though! : )
I didn’t sleep well myself last night. I know what you mean about staring at the clock the night before you have to be somewhere. That always seems to happen the night before a new semester starts.
Maybe John Lennon is the “Spirit in the Sky” that Norman Greenbaum was singing about.