Hokie dokie, reckon there’s a post to be fished from the depths …
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Perchance to feel one heckuva lot better than I have in some time!
Oh what a different world is created by sleep!
A lovelier, brighter and certainly more rested world.
Today’s day 2 of a two-day weekend, the first after a series of 6-day workweeks and double shifts. So exhausted was I that I couldn’t remember my name, never mind spell it.
My brightened and strengthened sense of well-being cannot be attributed solely to slumber, vitally instrumental though it’s been.
It’s about rhythms, man. Biorhythms. With the burden of demands that include artificially-forced sleep cycles radically contrary to natural biorhythms temporarily lifted from shoulders, body and psyche have sought out their natural setpoints.
Rest assured they ain’t rise up at 6:15 in the a.m.!
Last night I was up into the wee hours of 3:30 or 4. Felt TERRIFIC! Normal. Natural. Comfortable. Easy breezy nice ‘n’ peazy. I’d forgotten (as much as one can forget one’s self) how GOOD it is to be up all night! Freely, unencumbered by dictating hands of the clock or hands of others. Body and mind signaling the time to slumber. A glorious experience!
Goes without saying that I’m a night owl. Always have been, always will be and neither societal rules, regulations and patterns of conformity nor promises of “you’ll get used to it ” — invariably spoken by morning people can or will alter one’s innate circadian rhythms, nocturnal or otherwise.
Tomorrow this balanced happy state all goes buh-bye. For the moment, I’m not gonna think about that obnoxious alarm sounding and wresting from me deepest dreamy slumber in the dark even before the glorious sun’s rays have even tickled the horizon …
Not gonna think about looking at those damn green digits through eyes squinted in resistance to opening and seeing 6:20 and not yet being alert and awake enough to utter the f-word in duress.
Not gonna think about sleep-walking to the coffee pot to push a button and then into my car to arrive phony-baloney at work just as the sun’s rising. Sure my body’s there but I’m not!
Whoops, too late.
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco
I see a reader has raised his hand indicating interest in the 5 Year numerological description. Whether that could be called an appreciable show of interest is debatable. 😉 Nonetheless, I shall follow through on the offer of researching to provide a quality 5 year description. Give it time. 🙂
And thank you reader who knows who he is 🙂 for being interested. It gives me pleasure and fulfillment to be of service, particularly when teaching, education and learning are involved.
There’s one – and only one I’ve seen – benefit to the former large school of bloggers dwindling to a few seats filled in the house: If you yourself have been absent from the blogosphere for a few days, catching up on neighbors is much easier and quicker than it used to be.