fifty-three hours

What a week it has been… I’ve worked a total of about 53 hours this last week. I reckon it’s been a long time since I last worked so many hours; that’s why I haven’t posted anything all week. I seriously thought I was going to miss my post for this week – not for lack of subject matter, but lack of time to actually sit down and write anything.

Mum’s been out of town for the last week, so that’s meant extra cooking and cleaning for me. (Yes, I’m part of that sub-section of that generation that doesn’t want to move out of home until absolutely necessary. Well, that’s not entirely true, but that’s beside the point here.) By the time that all of the essential jobs are done, all I want to do is go to bed and sleep. I’d really like to go to bed and sleep right now, but I don’t want to risk not having time for a post tomorrow and then ruining my post-per-week record. Besides, I feel (a bit) more awake now anyway.

Strangely, I’ve felt more energetic and less tired these last two days (Friday and Saturday) compared to mid-week (Tuesday through to Thursday). I was really pumped on Monday but, then again, I usually am. Perhaps it was the change of scenery at the end of the week. And I really do mean change of scenery – from the river to the lake in the mountain (well, it’s kind of a mountain)

What was really weird was that on Thursday night / Friday morning, I had really broken sleep – I just kept waking up in the middle of the night and really early in the morning before my alarm went off – and yet, when I got up when my alarm actually went off, I felt as well-rested as if I’d slept soundly for eight hours. And then waking up this morning, after an uninterrupted sleep (well, I don’t remember waking up in the middle of the night), I was just too sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep. I’ve hypothesised that it’s just related to my sleep cycle/pattern.

Right, all this writing an thinking about sleep has made me quite sleepy. Looks like this will just be a short post…