“Can’t get no… sleep.”
Why is it that when getting to sleep is quite imperative, that’s when you can’t?
(Background: ever since I was about 9, I’ve had recurring bouts of insomnia. I’ll regularly have spells of a week or two to a month or so where I sleep very little verging on not at all — at these times a lot of reading gets done. It’s a trait I share with my father and my brother. You get used to it.)
This morning my alarm went off at 0430, as I had to drive my sister-in-law to Dublin airport (about a 180 mile round-trip — I was back in time for breakfast).
But of course, when I got into bed last night, I lay awake until sometime after 1 a.m. Typical, and I knew it would happen. Any time I have to get up earlier than normal, it happens, sure as anything. Probably because I tell myself it’ll happen, I know.
At that time of the morning, it was quite a pleasant drive.
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While I’m here, I think I’ll be adding another link to the sidebar, on top of the recent flurry of activity there. Monochromatic Outlook is the very readable and rather eclectic blog of a guy in (I think) San Francisco.
June 1st, 2007 at 9:05 pm
Meanwhile the wife has no trouble sleeping. I’ve frequently slept through the dog frantically trying to get either of us to take her out because she needs to pee or is thirsty. Would take a small explosion beside my head to waken me, except when I’m on call - one bleep from the dreaded pager and I’m wide awake!
June 10th, 2007 at 1:07 am
I’m famous!